I walk through the halls,
And I see your face.
Your shadow lurking 'round,
In every place.
Is it just luck,
Or destiny.
Or are you doing this,
Purposely?
Our friendship's gone,
The moments are dead.
The memories although,
Are still stuck in my head.
The way you suddenly ignored me,
The day you suddenly stopped talking.
The way you didn't stop a second,
And just kept on walking.
That attitude dear?
Yeah I've got it too.
No one else's involved,
It's just me and you.
Trying to be popular?
Trying to show off you have more friends.
You can do what you want,
And we'll just see how this ends....
~!~Diana
Goddess of hunting, nature, and the moon.....
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
