The First SundayA Poem by TobyIt wasn't until later I realized, I was wrong.
We met on the first Sunday,
You said, "I'll help you soar." and smiled. So I smiled too, exhilarated, I had finally found a friend. From behind you pushed me, and I plummeted right to the floor. Still I smiled up at you and thought, "It sure is nice to have a friend."
© 2013 TobyAuthor's Note
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AuthorTobyVAAboutHi, I'm Tabitha/Sarah/Toby, anything really. I don't like titles like "ms." or "aunt", I'm just me. I'm nineteen years old, almost twenty though, and I have no idea where I'm going. - Ask me to rea.. more..Writing
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