Twelve;

we came/ we saw/ we loved/ we left
this was the year of growth.
spread your roots/ sprout towards the stars
the imagery of what has transpired
lightning sparks
nostalgia waves
so many moons, so many songs in the night;
driving in cars with boys
sing me sweetly, swing me deeply
the rain is falling and I will do nothing to stop
the drops on my lashes from drowning me.
i reach my hand out
& i realize it'll only ever meet my own.
this was the year of growth.
and my, how we've grown. 

Seven;

we love but are not loved back
in the way we deserve
we give
all
we are consumed
complete me
we are no more than destroyed
hearts
and still we search
and still we search
and still we search
still we love
for what is a life without love?