First teacher, you were so little.
Now in such little time you've matched up with years.
A double beating until flat out taken-
By-e, both.
Still...
Myself will
Hold onto what was once forgotton by little old me.
High hopes will
Return quoted love.
But there is so much to single handedly flip through
I must look down to study
Options to tell.
Education had me falling for a reaching school student.
Quadrupling passing colors of red and black to my purple and gold.
Between right - wrong
We're not perfect,
But I can tell you I've learned rivalry love is within.
My love has a way to speak despite how different.
An extra class just for yearbook gave plenty of last minute options.
My favorite quote, both hands down, was unknown rememerance.
The spoken and unspoken, "I'll forever and always love you."
The one right under new and old rivaling noses.
The ink stains never turned back to.
Still...
Big young me has made a future decision between old and new teachings.
It is all love that has got me here.
Two quotes and a poem.