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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about growing up and learning to make sacrafices in relationships.

Submitted: June 16, 2010

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Submitted: June 16, 2010



When I was young I had it all, Whatever I wanted, I had a ball. I had everything I wanted, made everyone see, That there was no more important person than me. Then I had to grow up, and I still find it hard, To make sacrafices, to play a fair card, So I'm sorry for how I act today, And hopefully when I grow up I'll handle things in a better way. I just need you here with me, I know there are other things that are bigger, But when you don’t want to come see me, I think its a trigger, That somethings going to go wrong , so I jump into defense, And put up a wall, a fence, So I can hide my hurt and shout at you, But you don’t deserve it , you deserve better, its true . So once again I'm sorry, I cant loose what we’ve got, And I'm sorry for the crap, I’ve given you alot.

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