He's grown taller.
I remember him being shorter by a head,
I remember him having a squeak for a voice,
I remember him making a fool of himself,
I remember him chattering with all the girls,
I remember him being a mere acquaintance,
I remember thinking that he was unusual.
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I also remember having a chat once,
He sang, too awfully high for my ears,
But it was a start,
A start to a beginning that creates purity and fineness,
A beautiful creature, a secret's safety deposit,
And he gave me a key, made of the strongest material there could be,
And I know it's mine; he's mine; and no one is going to change that,
Because he's valuable, and
He's grown taller.
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PoetryPoems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Side Note:* These poems were originally written in the year of 2014 when I just started my journey of writing... so they might suck. But I made sure they...
