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There's a point in our lives where we get to play
Not realizing that we would all grow up one day
To a point where we'd care about what we'd say
And wonder if our life choices are looked at as okay

Our childhood friends
The ones we played with out in the yard
Who, whenever they saw headlights
Yelled the familiar "Car!"

We invited them to sleep over
And tried to stay up all night
Refusing to close our eyes
Until we saw the sunlight

Who came to our birthday parties
And gave the very best gifts
And when they had a drink
They didn't care if we sipped

It was absolutely fine
To just take a trip to the park
"As long as you were both home
Right when it's dark"

But what we didn't notice
When on monkey bars we hung
Was that we were both changing
Even though we were young

Because the things they showed us
Became life lessons
And our personalities were shaped
By their very presence

When we met
We were just little seeds
Not knowing what our roots
Would branch out to be

We both had to grow
To become a true tree
For right now
We were barely saplings

The sad part about it
Is that while our tree gained rings
With that very same person
We did less things

We didn't drink hot chocolate
On Christmas Eve
Even though we were cold
From losing leaves

And we're grown up now
I'm in Toms and you're in combat boots
But even though I've branched out
I still remember my roots.
I'm aware it's not fantastic, but I had to write something. Love ya.
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IsolatedSystem Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Not slept in... 27 hours, so this will be a poor comment, but it felt irrationally discourteous to fav this and not leave some other token of my appreciation, so...

Great work, really. It's a clever link, and meaningful. I think it's something the vast majority of people can relate to. I'm fortunate enough not only to remember, but to still be in quite regular contact with my roots (well, most of them, though the absences are particularly noticeable), but even so. Trees get taller, heads get lost in the canopy - it's unquestionably... different. No point cutting yourself down over it, though.

Aaaand there I'll stop, before I take any more liberties with your pretty metaphor haha.

Again, nice job :-)
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mephetical Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!(:
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AnnieOhh624 Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
"We didn't drink hot chocolate
On Christmas Eve
Even though we were cold
From losing leaves"


I love this stanza so much because I can relate to it when my best friend and I grew apart. Anywho, lovely poem, the ending was great and it was overall a good read :)
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mephetical Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! (:
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HyenaShark Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I still remember my roots...

I find so many fantastic poems, only to find that the ending is weak and simply can't compare. Yours is pleasantly not like that <3 I loved it; keep writing!
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