July 2, 2017
Even in a world of betrayal
You still hold my hand.
•••••
I want to hate you
But I never will.
•••••
Is your laughter
Just a façade?
•••••
Your warm, friendly smile
Is remembered to this day.
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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.
