April 16, 2012
By Kidlet PLATINUM, Morris, Oklahoma
Kidlet PLATINUM, Morris, Oklahoma
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Favorite Quote:
"No longer will they call you Desterted, or name your land Desolate. But you will be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah; for the Lord will take delight in you, and your land will be married." -Isaiah 62:4

I'm going to miss this,
When all I have left is the past,
The light of sweet memories gracing your faces,
Laughter echoing in my head like a beautiful melody,
When things won't be as simple as a phone call,
And a fifteen minute wait.
I am going to miss the love,
Passed so freely between us.
I am going to miss the anger,
Feuds sparking more feuds,
But it'll be okay in the morning,
Because one of us will always forget we're supposed to be fighting.
I am going to miss the loud, rowdy 3-in-the-morning stories,
The quiet confessions which sprung forth tears,
And the reassurance of a simple hug.
I will miss the fast paces we set,
And how we ended up late anyway.
I will miss the outings,
And the days we simply lazed about,
Too tired from the night before to even go outside.
I will miss the family we once were,
And the distance we have now,
Because something will always be better than nothing.
The last-minute plans,
Midnight movies,
No, gummy worms,
My car,
No, there's not enough room,
Let's take hers,
Or his,
Screw it, let's just take yours,
We'll figure it out.
I hope every one of you know I love you,
And that even though we will be apart,
And may even forget one another,
I will never forget the time we spent together,
And all the love we shared,
So intense,
And yet so brief.
Good bye.

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