I always wonder
Do my childhood friends remember me?
Do they think of me?
If they do,
What do they wonder?
Do they wish to see me again?
If I had the chance to see them again,
I'd be delighted.
But I'd also be ready to run.
I remember them as a kind hearted people
But people can change.
Going from elementary school to high school is a drastic
People will change
For the better or worse.
I just hope that it's for the better.
I hope that wherever they are that they're doing good for themselves.
I wish them the best.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
