Moving On

May 21, 2008
By Julie English, Central Square, NY

Wandering the hallways from class to class
My days are haunted by ghosts of the past.
My lips are shut just as tightly as theirs
We don't exchange words when we pass on the stairs.
Our eyes read the floor, refusing to meet
Strings are pulled as our hearts skip a beat.
Before, we were friends, but you left me alone
I've learned, by myself, to survive on my own.
My ghosts of the past continue to follow
But I walk on by, my eyes trained on tomorrow.


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on Oct. 28 2011 at 12:31 pm
dancergurl22 BRONZE, Grand Junction, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
Love, like you can't get hurt
Dance, like no one's watching
Live, like there's no tomorrow

I REALLLY LIKE THIS POEM! It reminds me of someone...


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