Forgotten | Teen Ink


June 10, 2008
By P0i3s0c6es GOLD, Richmond, California
P0i3s0c6es GOLD, Richmond, California
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He walks into the room,
Looking for me.
Five minutes ago, we had gotten into a little scuffle,
An argument about a date,
Where to go, what to do,
And I had run off,
Like a foolish coward,
But now, I cannot hide-
Not unless my father picks me up right now-
My friends betray my location,
He approaches,
I look at him.
We talk
He holds my hand.
He smiles.
Then we laugh.
It looks like that five-minute argument has already been forgotten.

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