New You

Winding the staircase,

tieing my shoes,

holding my hand;

that's just what you do.

Making me laugh,

drying my eyes,

whispering softly,

"It's gunna be alright."

Hugging me tightly,

pulling me close,

smelling my hair;

I'll never let go.

Nodding your head,

telling a lie;

It's this part of you I've come to despise.

Stealing a glance,

taking a peek;

If you want to see me that bad, why did you leave?

Breaking your promise,

changing the rules;

I guess this is it.

This is the new you.

The End

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