Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

October 27, 2012

Last Year

by Lia H.R.
Last year
I was the new kid 
At school
Lonely and shy
I always stood aside 
Too afraid to say ,"hello"
As everyone passed me by.
Last year
I was the new kid
At a new church.
I remember staring up
At the humongous building,
Thinking if I would meet anyone
In such a large place.
I quickly found friends and finally
Accepted God.
Last year 
I met new people soon to become
Best friends
I met bad people and shot out my 
Hatred.
Last year
I met a boy that stole my heart
He wasn't mine
I would've been his if he'd only asked
And, oh how my heart ached
To be his.
I painfully watched
As the days rolled past me
And the boy never asking.
Last year 
Was last year so now
I should move on
With my life,
Reaching out for what's ahead 
and leave what's left behind, behind.

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