I Miss..

I Miss..

A Poem by Stella

I miss the smell of the halls,
The smell of weed being smoked,
Girls talking about guys,
About how fucked up we got on Friday night.
The look of the green lockers, 
How alone I felt walking down the empty halls,
Not knowing where my life might up,
But most of all,
I miss how free i felt being me.

© 2010 Stella


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Added on March 3, 2010
Last Updated on March 13, 2010

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Stella
Stella

Winnipeg, Canada



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ive been writing for years. Yes my spelling sucks.. but i feel spelling shouldnt mean anything.. its the meaning behind the writing.. as long as the writing makes you feel something thats all that mat.. more..

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