Kids once together
Now in this dreary building they call a school
Called almost adults
Your voice is what my ears long for
All day
When they have to listen to lessons
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A new year
With new things to learn
And with new opportunities
My heart of course wants you
But i shouldn't even be paying
Attention
To you or anyone
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Journal of a High School Girl
PoetryTake a journey through high school via poetry
