At the beginning of the Summer,
I was so popular
I had so many friends
So many plans
The roses were blooming
And they were beautiful
Two weeks later
Texts became less focused
Phone calls became shorter
Hang out became more spread apart
I saw how beautiful the roses were
So I picked one
I got cut on a thorn
But I still saw the beauty in that rose
So I kept it
Even though it hurt me
One month in
Plans were abandoned
Numbers were blocked
No one had time for calls
Or for me
I opened my desk drawer and saw
The rose has wilted
Along with my popularity
Along with my Summer
YOU ARE READING
Mixed Emotions
PoetryAll my Poems and thoughts in one book. Enjoy, keep in mind i was only 12 when i wrote most of these. Disclaimer: Most parts with multiple parts are songs
