Missing the moments
where we were lost,
In a year of denials,
regrets and pain.
In a year where
tears were cured by
early morning phone calls,
and study dates
where we got nothing done.
I miss the funny faces
pasted in my mind,
of all of us
intertwined.
After water guns,
and smoke filled lungs,
tequila shots and
tackle tag.
Since then,
I think I've faded away.
Floated off to a different plane.
But I knew in my heart,
a coffee fix couldn't
stall the change.
We've all got different
Poisons to swallow,
Different faces
with eyes that are hallow.
I've lost sleep
remembering
all of you,
and everything
we ever went through.
I keep my tongue tied,
at least I try,
When I wish I had taken
another path,
because without these
horrible losses;
the love of your life
so far away,
Your bestfriend
bearly talking
cause she can't feel your pain,
a guy who sought out
nothing but what's
under your skirt,
I'd never have found friends.
Always there,
never pretend.
You held me true to my word,
made me see through winter's blurr.
You told me that the tears I cry,
Aren't from a faerie tale,
No prince should hurt me.
In the end,
I made it through.
All because of you.
But now the halls,
They feel so empty,
I rush around,
in a waking nightmare,
Hoping soon, there you'll stand.
The group of oddballs
who swarmed my locker,
everyday, for at least a year.
I miss you all, and
every moment.
Even though some hurt
so much.
















Comments
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Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
Back and forth
If my heart was a compass you'd be north
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go
If my heart was a house you'd be home
Owl City- If My Heart Was A House
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This is your heart beating faster
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I'm falling with paper snow.
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I'm falling with paper snow.
(Ps. I only wrote Nick T. so that you knew it was you, and didn't feel left out. :] )
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I'm falling with paper snow.
Like actually that's not cool,
I want to go back now too.
Everything was so safe and happy in those halls,
Those bitches were little kittens and puppy dogs compared to the killer bees that swarm around here.
Scary stuff man, I want to go back home.
Then I wonder whether home was just a stepping stone in getting to where I am today,
And perhaps where I am today will prepare me for the next adventure...
No matter, thank you for this poem Grace.
I miss you very, very much.
Especially the study sessions.
Lest we forget ♥
(I have not.
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Aye.
Stop that.
I don't mean to make you sad!
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I'm falling with paper snow.
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