The Ghosts of my past.

October 17th, 2009-For You

The freshman kid;

So young and free.

Trying to find;

Who she’s meant to be.

Before all the breakups;

Before all the lies.

While she is innocent;

And wears no disguise.

The senior boy;

With many years.

Sits and observes,

His obnoxious peers.

One girl though.

Catches his eye.

The innocent child,

kissing her heart goodbye.

They’re holding hands,

more than friends.

Ignoring the other kids’

highschool trends.