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I wanted to move.
I hated my old school
with its musty halls
and going to church everyday.
It just wasn't who I was.
I was different from them;
they knew I was stupid.
They jeered and jested
because i was the new girl.
I was the target.
But there was one girl
who wasn't an arrow.
She had blonde hair and gray eyes.
She didn't talk much,
unlike me, who spoke too much.
We'd sit together at lunch
and I'd talk about nothing while she ate.
I noticed that she would smell
her food before eating it.
She said it was a habit.
Middle school begins.
A start, but also an end.
I had no classes with my blonde haired friend,
but that was soon forgotten to me, I am ashamed to admit.
This newer friend seemed nice.
Blonde hair, just like the other one.
But looks are deciving
as are some faces; she had two.
Then another, brown hair, like me.
We shared the same likes, dislikes, and opinions.
Though lately, I've been feeling distant from her
So now, high school.
I see my first blonde friend.
I don't know how it happened,
but it did:
She is my best friend fezevaz
- by AnyoneIWant |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/10/2009 |
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- Title: Ghost's of Friendships Past
- Artist: AnyoneIWant
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Description:
I wrote this for Poetry Club and i actually really liked it because it is about how my friendship with Nokken Dronning began in elementry school, how we didn't talk in middle school, and how we eventually hung out again in high school. This also tells the other friendships i've had and how they haven't really worked out (if that makes sense.)
The last line is an inside joke we have, but if you read it out loud, it should make sense. - Date: 11/10/2009
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