The Past is Past

 
Written by Lujane Elobeid |
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The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

The trees have leaves, but then they fall

I’m sure you are the best of all

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

When I was one, so small and young

You held me close, so full of warmth

It feels so good to be so loved

Although I was too young to know

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

Then I turned two, somehow I knew

That you were the one I’d look up to

Then came three and I felt so free

When you’d go to the park with me

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

Next was four, when I learned to slam the door

And ‘cause I riot, I never wanted to be quiet

Followed by five when I had to dive

Into school and say goodbye to you

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

Later on at 6, I learned some tricks

I played on kids that I learnt from you

Then I turned seven, in second grade

When you taught me to learn from my mistakes

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

As I turned eight, it felt so great

To share my thoughts with you all day

A year passed by and I was nine

But you shared stories with me all the time

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

Ten, eleven, twelve passed over

But you & I kept getting closer and closer

We shared a bond that we only knew

Only getting stronger and tighter as I grew

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

The truth still lies between these lines,

That you were one of my loved ones

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

You memories are still in mind,

In sorrow-ness but joyful sounds

The silent air, once filled with care

When you were there, but now you’re not

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

The people change from time to time,

But you were still the same last time

Too generous and somehow kind,

The words are hard to find and rhyme

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

The way we sat at garden times,

Was like the world to me somehow

The trees were green and filled with light,

But they’re dry – now that you’ve passed

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

You taught me ways, to live my life

Your absence now cuts like a knife

But you had to die,

To show me how to live

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

If I could give my ears away,

To hear your voice once again

Good bye old friend, we’ll meet again

Somewhere there, without no pain

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

I’ve stayed up all those restless nights,

Thinking about you all the time

The news that came about your death,

So sorrowful, yet filled with pain

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

I’ve lived my life, with you all the time

From birth ‘till now, but now you’re gone

From you I’ve learned a lot of things,

Including how to speak and crawl

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

Where shall you be? Now that you’re free

I hope somewhere, I’ll find you there

The darkness fell, when you were out

But now you’re gone with no return

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

The worst year was thirteen,

When I lost my queen

My heart was shattered and broken,

I wished so hard that it was a dream

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

But now I’m 14 years old,

And the world never felt so cold

In the absence you hold,

Your wisdom will be forever told

The past is past, but not with you

You’re worth of truth, but now you’re gone

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Form of Poetry

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Author: Lujane Elobeid
Writing isn't about the information you're giving but it's about the level of creativity you show. The ability of playing with words and changing their meaning makes me want to write more everyday. Im just a normal teenage girl that writes.

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