Silence stretched the summer months,
making it last.
Then all at once there was a scream
as you reached for my hand.
But you're far too late;
for I have drawn away from you.
I have moved on
And now I start myself anew.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThe first collection of poetry, written by Hope Shotz, describing everyday thoughts, feelings, and scenarios from her life as a teenager. All Rights Reserved to the original author, Hope Shotz. Any familiar titles, wording, or other similarities to...
