June thirteenth, 2015
I heard it weeks ago
I knew he was leaving
But every time I was near him
I couldn't help but smile
Try not to stare
Even if I catch him staring all the time...
I tried to get something to keep in touch with him
But I was too scared to talk to him
Now all I have is his pictures in the yearbook.
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Poems
AcakBack from the dead, I resurrect this whatever. Follow me through my years in middle school and the beginnings of high school. Catch me now, freshly graduated, screaming at my younger self. Welcome to the disaster. The only things I have altered from...
