My friendship with my friends have been really difficult lately, and this poem is my view on where our relationship stands.
Anyway, enjoy! (:
The Closest Clique In The Class
Walk into class
Hand in hand
The classmates stare and whisper
'There they are
The closest clique in the class.'
Best friends?
Best friends,
I said
Seeing people stare
Our smiles, so fake
Break when they fall to the ground,
nothing but hollow expressions
Best friends?
Best friends!
Let us break together
Broken pieces
walking around with linked arms
'There they are,
The closest clique in the class.'
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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