I'd write you a poem if only I knew how
The words I need to say gets stuck inside somehow
You haven't much use for poetry
Since you're young and foolish now
But one day
You'll live to remember everything you wish to forget
I remember you small
Full of speed
Knee deep in grass wallowing in your own laughter
I suppose that's all behind us
Since then you've figured out the world isn't so kind
To be so brave you don't need a disguise
Today you think you know it all, but you've hardly been alive.
Even if the pit of teenage angst swallows you whole, I'll still be here
Waiting with swollen eyes
To see the person you'll become.