Up late again,
My ears filled with music
Can't hear any of my thoughts
I think about
The day and all that's happened
And then something makes me stop
Because it all
Was yesterday
It's 12 am, it's washed away
Gone in the past
It's not today
Because all of it,
All of it,
Was yesterday
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
