The little feet that only walked in your footsteps...
The little hands that once held yours are asking...
The end of the year is around...
graduation is coming up...
Four years from now,
Will too much have changed...
As our eighth grade year comes to an end
and graduation day is near...
The time has finally come
For us to leave this place...
We walk one last time as
hues of black and orange...
It's graduation night -
nothing wrong with a little fun...
Before tomorrow comes,
Let's pretend this never happened...
Its about time
to graduate...
*ok so i got a message from someone saying that...
I'm graduating
I'm infatuated...
Many years have passed since our lives began.
Many times we fell, yet we tried and tried again...