Friends.
If you don't stay close,
you'll lose them.
I don't want to lose them.
They're brand new.
It's only been five years.
It can't be time, right?
It can't be time.
I've spent so long wanting
a big group of friends.
When I was little,
I had a giant group,
an imaginary group.
They always left at the end of playtime.
You, you don't leave.
I think of you when we're away.
I text you, I see you.
You're real.
Stay real.
Please, stay real.
I want to hangout,
I want to be friends.
Yes, school is over.
Yes, I am going away.
I will no longer get to ask what
we're doing in third period,
or what was that last step in the choreography.
But we can still eat ice cream.
We can still laugh, smile, and love.
We can still be friends.
The distance can't ruin that.
Or can it?
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A Perpetual Existence: A Collected Work of Poems and Verse
PoetryHi, I'm Juliana. What you see here is every poem I've ever written (minus a few drafts that I don't feel comfortable posting). Thus, some of them are gems (see An Arbor to the Moon, The Quiet, or Hamster), and others I fully understand if you read t...
