Seventeen Years Poem by Drew Engman

Seventeen Years



From the back of her throat
She sings a note out
Low, and sad.
It's only life, she's just so young
To feel so bad.

So I ask her 'Why? ' as I
Walk up and hold her hand.
She just cries and says
'I wouldn’t understand.'

So I stand there reeling,
How I want to share her feelings,
Now the tears are shining bright
In both our eyes.

I want to say 'It's just me,
Don't you know that you can trust me? '
But the fear's too hard to fight:
Somehow I whisper 'Try.'

From the back of her heart
She pours out memories dark and lost.
When something dies it gets too cold
To count the cost.

But I believe she sees in me
A man after her own heart.
And we might be together
Until death do us part.

So the story goes on,
Sometimes slow,
And sometimes
Much too fast.

Now it keeps getting so good,
It must be meant to last.
It just keeps getting so good,
It must be meant to last!

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Drew Engman

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