Now it's just not the same,
And when every time I call your name.
It's calling all around,
But that's even out of bound.
With the birds in my ear,
Open it wider to hear.
My body is about to drop,
With the beating heart that stop.
My life in your hands,
And now I know where I stand.
It's just not the same,
When every time I call your name.
YOU ARE READING
Memory Poems
PoetryThese were poems that I wrote from sixth grade through eight grade. I never shared them expect with a few friends. Poems that are happy, sad, mad, and random. Some were personal while others were just for fun.
