Nineteen

Nineteen

A Poem by hannah

Daddy’s little girl was a dancer

Mama brought her to ballet class

Eight years and that didn’t last

She grew up, that’s a fact

Traded her Barbie’s for makeup

Her training wheels for a car

And now her Legos aren’t the only dream she can build

But what she didn’t see coming

Were the long, hard years up ahead

 

Wishing I could go back to those days

Where long and suffering could be erased

Back to the time where I had a heart

Back before you tore it all apart

Before the worst, before our time

Where I was yours and you were mine

Long before you ever laid eyes on me

So I would never have to feel this misery

Oh life is so hard, even when you’re still so naïve and young at nineteen

 

Fourteen years old saw you looking at me

Fifteen came around and we started to talk

By sixteen we were free, happy as can be

Seventeen I got scared and ran away

Eighteen was spent getting over you

Now nineteen realized none of it was ever true

 

Wishing I could go back to those days

Where long and suffering could be erased

Back to the time where I had a heart

Back before you tore it all apart

Before the worst, before our time

Where I was yours and you were mine

Long before you ever laid eyes on me

So I would never have to feel this misery

Oh life is so hard, even when you’re still so naïve and young at nineteen

 

If only I could go back in time so far

I wouldn’t be sitting here lonely admiring from afar

I wouldn’t be crying, I wouldn’t be so sad

This feeling was something never taught to me by dad

I guess they say living is learning

So I guessed I haven’t learned that much

Nineteen years old and I think I know the world

It’s scary to know that there is more to come

 

Wishing I could go back to those days

Where long and suffering could be erased

Back to the time where I had a heart

Back before you tore it all apart

Before the worst, before our time

Where I was yours and you were mine

Long before you ever laid eyes on me

So I would never have to feel this misery

Oh life is so hard, even when you’re still so naïve and young at nineteen

 

Whoever knows where we will end up

I for sure didn’t think I’d be here

Thought that I would be with you till

The day we died then laid down still

 

Back to the time where I had a heart

Back before you tore it all apart

 


© 2013 hannah



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Added on March 4, 2013
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Tags: sad, hopeful, age, growing up, maturing, love

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