I remember a girl
that once rode the bus with me
We talked about our parents
And how we hate being the younger sibling
I don't remember her name
The memories are blurred
But I think it started with a K
In my old school
I knew these people
Who Picked on the quiet kid in the corner
They were filled with so much hate
I regret that I never interfered
There was this boy
From kindergarten
We never agreed on anything
He was my best friend really
And I taught him how to skate
I wonder what he has been up to these days
Some memories are bitter
Some that are sweet as sugar
I have regrets that are still there
And my eyes are filled with happy tears
I miss them so much
And I miss you
I wish you were here
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The One Where She Lived
PoesíaFor those who are broken~ . For those who have been feeling lost ~ . For those who wish to disappear . But mostly for those who wish to find themselves. . . . Every emotion ~ the pain, the hurt, the betrayal, the yearning, the ecstasy and the love...
