This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UIC chapter.
We already knew,
The world was hopeless.
The times came with song
And weren’t meant to be loved
We grew with feelings in our chest
We didn’t know.
Until we were older
We weren’t meant for this.
We could fly or fight along
But no matter how much we give,
The posters fall off the wall
And now we are here.
Now it’s here
The hours seem too far.
And the hands don’t reach
Like phone calls do.
I can promise long rides,
And I’ll wait for you.
You’re not your sister.
I wish your sister wasn’t your sister.
When the summer sets,
I will miss you.
But years and years ago,
We already knew.
Bless