I recently found an old poetry journal of mine that was written in the 8th grade (I'm now in 10th). Looking through it, I was mesmerized by how much I had poured my heart into every page. I would love for you to comment and/or rate my stuff, and I'll return the favor :]. |
How do you know if you really have a friend?
Not just someone who treats you like a trend...
How do you know if you really have a friend?
Not just someone who treats you like a trend...
She is the light in darkness that leads my way;
She takes my hand in trouble, and then always has...
Admirations from afar,
A wish that they'd know who you are...
You would always say promises are
better left unspoken...
She stands waiting in the rain,
for someone to take the pain...