February 19, 2011
By Anonymous

One more year,
till I get out of here.
School is longer this year,
but it is getting near.

You may come this summer,
but that is a may.
If not this summer,
then maybe in May.

I will try to be,
at your graduation ceremony.
I am sorry,
if I don't make it.

I hope you will be able to go to mine,
and hopefully I won't cry.
The day I leave,
will be my last goodbye.

I maybe miss the school,
but I miss my guy the most.
Hoping he'll be there,
and watch me go.

When I get off that stage,
will be the day we meet.
You coming so suddenly,
will be the greatest surprise to me.

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