When I was twelve,
I had a friend who didn't care when the world sinned.
One day my dad had arrived to take me home,
but she had other plans.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the car.
She had the look of crazy in her eyes,
but did I care?
I think not.
We went up the steps to where a ladder stood,
and there it became our highway to the roof.
Fear, adrenaline, I couldn't figure out which.
I wimped out, trashing her wish.
Four years later, I still wonder what could've been.
Our friendship still dangles, but fear always wins.
We were two stars from the same constellation.
Maybe the stars were what she was trying to take in.
That roof seemed to be like another pathway to Heaven.
And I guess that's why I'll wonder,
what could've been?
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A Personal Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is an assignment I had to do for my Creative Writing class (2015-2016). It consists of six different types of poems: 1) Narrative Poem 2) Simile of Myself 3) Imagery 4) Free Verse 5) Haiku 6) Bio Poem Some of these styles I haven't attempted to...
