One
The first one falls
Two, three
They follow the first
Four, five
They're falling like flies
Six more, seven more
Are they weak, or are they selfish?
Eight more come tumbling down
Why won't they stay?
Nine more fall
Everyone's leaving, but here I am
I'll stay, and endure the torture
The reward is just too much to lose
The reward is victory
Adrenaline coursing through your veins
Cheers and laughter
All the hard work pays off in the end
Ten more leave...
Don't they know how much they're gonna miss?
Eleven more vanish
Don't they know how much I'll miss them..?
(If Sarah or Eric is reading this, don't look into it. It's not about anyone specific.)
YOU ARE READING
Unprofessional Poems
PoezjaJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
