Year 12

Not just a year, my year.

I push my feelings aside,

And build a wall so high,

Berry my past in the ground,

And leave my heart spell bound,

I give so much but all you do,

Is take and take,

So I'll leave with my shattered pride,

and start a new,

In my last year of high school,

I'll love my man more than before,

Tern my walls into ruble,

Feel like there's no tomorrow,

Let the past Rest In Peace,

Give my heart the chance to me free,

I'll be the girl that mad year 12 the best it could ever be,

Just watch me.

Reviews

[closed]

very passionate and enthusiastic unraveling a powerful resolve

[DoormanDan]

When the last year of high school comes, it brings a special feeling that doesnt come often in life. This is a great poem that also gives a special something. Amazing job and cogratulations to you! :)

[Rochelle]

thanks you

[DoormanDan]

No problem, its always great to read awesome writing! :)