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The bus

My mom and I would ride the bus Back when I was small She would grab the handholds up But I wasn’t yet that tall

But yesterday I went once more Furthermore, I went alone And in realising I could reach them all, I doubt I've ever felt as tall

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One of the few

I’m not one to make friends easily Of the many I met, I befriended few People just pass by, but somehow some stay And one of those few was you

But you, you’re the one people turn to The leader they look for, the familiar name You exude a glowing purpose  People are drawn to you like moths to a flame

Sometimes I wonder, though I keep you close, How much could I possibly matter to you? You care about so many and know even more I have no such people, you’re one of my few

I wish sometimes that I could go back Back when nothing was complicated Why did we want to be other than that? Now we’ve reached what we awaited

The world is so frightening It gets bigger each day But I think all I need is  Just to know if you’ll stay

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Friend

Well, hello there stranger I wonder what you're like I'd really like to get to know Who you are inside

Maybe you'll see a part of me That no one ever knew And the version of me in your head Will belong solely to you

You can tell me what's on your mind Or just what you ate today You could turn out to be a kindred spirit And I'd be glad you stayed

But however long you stay in my life You'll live on in my head And whether or not we stay this way Could you be my friend?

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Brightly lit

If I am a candle, I feel like you’re the sun And when I am around you My light appears dull

But I find that I dont mind it Because you leave me more brightly lit

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Flower

Sometimes I feel like a bud Springing from a plant in a green field Surrounded by blooming flowers  And green leaves

Spring has come, the season Where new replaces the old New green shoots, and lively flowers Goodbye to the cold

But here I sit, a closed bud Among flowers that opened long ago I look around and wonder where Did all the time I had go?

Soon, I will have to open up too Unfurl these bright petals I know I will look okay Why does it feel reckless?

That’s my story, in this field Surrounded by those that found it easy To spring up new out of the cold The thought just makes me queasy.