July 10, 2017
My smirk may be terrifying
And perpetual, never falling
But never trust what you are seeing
Because false is the smirk I am wearing.
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If you deem me sky high, then please
Allow me to fly you here too.
•••••
Why can't you see
Just how amazing
You are to me?
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I will gladly take your hands of thorns
And show you the Paradise for which you were born.
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You are wonderful
And I will make sure you know it.
•••••
I extended my hand to he I feared
And an unusual bond was soon reared.
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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.
