July 3, 2017
Don't say "sorry,"
For something that was never your fault.
•••••
All the lies and pain I put us through,
Just know that it was me, not you.
•••••
The burst of a flower bud
Is much more majestic than
The slow fall of wilting petals.
•••••
Colour, dark or brown or white,
Is only ever skin deep.
•••••
The way we hold hands
Is more precious than a diamond.
•••••
I don't remember which path led to you,
But I want to take it again.
•••••
I don't remember what we talked about,
But that isn't important, for you see
I only care about the warmth
Your words instill in me.
YOU ARE READING
The Final Year (SY 2017-2018)
PoetryThe final year is here- But I'll not leave without a proper goodbye. A collection of short poems that describe the life of a 10th grader. All poems are mine unless stated otherwise.
