He is the first light at the end of a tunnel,
He is the first tree,
He is the first glint of dappled sunlight,
He is the first bee buzzing merrily,
He is the first dotted, crumpled leaf,
He is the first drop of snow glistening on the barren, midnight air.
He was the last tree,
He was the last glint of dappled sunlight,
He was the last bee buzzing merrily,
He was the last dotted, crumpled leaf,
He was the last drop of snow glistening on the barren, midnight air.
He was the last light at the end of my tunnel...
*wrote this ages ago when I was just turned 12, dug it out of a draw last night and thought it was really good! Tell me what you think!
Could be about God or love, what do you think? I think both!
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