It's happened before,
It's happening again.
Everyone I fall for
Loses their bend.
They're no longer flexible
With time or with words.
It becomes questionable
If they saw you before the turned.
For if they can switch so quickly,
Give you up so soon,
Then are they the trustworthy,
Compassionate one worthy of swoon?
I had feared, and saw this coming,
But never wanted to believe
That it would truly happen-
A friend or more to leave.
They want us to follow
Wherever they turn,
It gives me great sorrow,
When our friendship is burnt.
They pick up more people,
And leave them to dust;
The unfortunate souls
Will follow till death at dusk.
I can't be stuck on the road,
But I conveniently miss the exits.
The only reason I follow in tow
Is there's a possibility, one in infinite.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
