b/w kaleidoscope (part 1)

I. ONE
Too young to think,

Too young to care,

I know you still attach past to me,

I will drive still, 

In my feista, as the pictures grow smaller,

Till they dissapear from memories,

Till they stop hating me,

Till the bags, all are left, as I fly. 

You don't laugh, when I speak,

You cry, when I weep, 

You forgive, you prepare,

You become me, as my head goes underwater. 

Will I see god, is it why they go underwater? 

I go, to see you, because whist they leave,

You stay. 

Godspeed and growth,

Violins and harmony,

Avoid them, my therapist said so,

I say so much, I whisper,

And the music will overshadow,

But I love you, I always will,

Don't listen, don't do like they do,

Don't listen, don't attach to the past, 

It is selfish, but only you know,

Only you.

2. TWO 
Are you witness,

Will they witness ? 

As you walk down,

The aisle is longer,

will you reach me ? 

I pushed you further,

And i am sorry,

Will we walk home ? 

I know i don't get to,

But will we walk home ? 

And will you walk as,

Seignfeid plays ?

Will we make love,

As ivy plays. 

3. THREE
I shed tears,

I miss my friends,
I will mourn then,

The hallway shoutings,

The classroom laughters, And I will say then,

It meant a lot to me,

When you listened, as I talk about home,

As I talked about movies and songs,

As I talked about arrogance, love, and anger towards this place. 

And as I grow, I have now known,

I didn't say thank you, I haven't said enough of it,

I am sorry, I love each one of you,

And this is honest, as my words could ever get. 

This is me and I miss my classroom,

The one I couldn't wait to escape,

All of my friends, I miss them. 

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