Getting Away

July 14, 2008
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I’m finally getting away.
Away from Beaver, high school,
Fights, rumors, mad people.
It starts as a friendship,
Ends as fights, hate, betrayal.
The secrets of our past
Now haunt me as I
Walk the halls of Beaver.
The one I thought I loved,
And the one who said I love you with
A kiss, now hates my guts.
The fun times we had are
What I’m going to miss
The most.
Gym class is always “fun”
When I see him in the hall.
The sweat shirt that he wanted
Back just happened to be in
My gym bag.
I had no choice, I wasn’t
Thinking, I pulled out my
Body spray for revenge.
The betrayal and hate I saw
In his eyes, I couldn’t even
Do anything but laugh
With her.
And laugh we did a lot.





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Miss.Bliss1 said...
Aug. 17, 2008 at 12:41 am
I've felt like this before. Good job. Nice poem.
 
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