Lost

Lost

you we're there, you held my hand and you picked me up
you cradled me when I cried
you were never far from sight.

The little girl I was back then stood in awe of you, palm in hand I sang with you, every word was true.

As the little acorn grew the storm began to brew, the eyes began to open if only I really knew, the person that I thought you was, was really not you and who I thought I really was, was someone really new.

Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

Its interesting how we can still find new things out about ourselves and who we're with no matter how long we've been with them. This poem makes me look deep into my character and all the changes I've made in my life. It also makes me realize how much everyone I'm close too has changed over the years. I'd say through it all you'll never lose who you are because what you bring to life is valuable. :) Keep writing.

[Simon]

Nice writing i really like it.