Growing up with you - A poem

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Growing up with you

In the playground, i chased you down the slide

You lent me your glue stick

We collected seashells from the sand pit to see how many we could find


We ate my garlic bread together in the lunch break

We just had a show and tell and a field trip to the lake

You were my buddy there, i held your hand

On friendship day, my wrist was decorated with your band


Your birthday party, cake on your face

Sports day and you beat me at the running race

We fought over spending too much time with other friends

But god you know it's only me and you till the end


A post exam treat, we went out to ice cream

Were growing up and losing ourselves, but you make me feel seen

Not in the the same section anymore

But you still make me laugh till i roll on the floor


It is no longer as innocent as it was

But we've grown as people together, and apart

I saw you cry for the first time

We fall into comfortable silence till all we can hear is the wind chime


Bus rides back home with you

I'm all sweaty and you bought me ice cream

You'd be my partner in crime, who knew?

Out the window you saw your crush and screamed


You make my world a better place

Not a day went by without me seeing your face

You make my world a better place

The day i fell in the rain riding your skates

You make my world a better place

You forgave me everytime i made a mistake

You make my world a better place

We will be together forever, but the future awaits


This poem is dedicated to my partner in crime since we were nine. You know who you are 😉


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