Growing Up

January 30, 2009
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We are 13 and what we say is never what we

mean. As the wind blows through the trees

she says thinks of me. All day and all night we

never in a fight. We cry with each other with

love like no other. As we look at the stars we

see, she says that she loves me. We're 23
and all I see is her and me. Her hair shines in

the moon light and at that time I knew the

moment was right, I got down my knee and

asked will you marry me. As my heart pounds
in my chest she thankfully says yes.
We are 83 and the one dying is my. We laugh,
we cry but to misery and pain I cannot comply.
In the skies up above I watcher her as my spirit

flies like a dove. Our love has erupt and we both

know every one has to grow up.

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