miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008

growing up

growing up is hard to do,
but in the end you find out the funny thing it is,
and when you hear the piano one more time,
and realize the tears are gone,
you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.

growing up every day, every hour,
with people all around,
with your two hands,
with those green eyes,
with the memory of our blue sky,
and the beach we left behind.

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