I look down the hallway and sigh,
I can't believe this is why I really wanted to die.
I think to myself and laugh, this is where I first heard your hello,
and now it's our last goodbye.
I came to relise that friends are much more than that.
Yes, some people were born dancers and some were athletic,
but that doesnt matter...wink wink I hope you've started to get it.
I'm going to miss the times we shared together,
The times we used to put bubble gum in the teachers hear when it was rainy weather.
The times we ued to run around in the halls,
The day that we all laughed when Sam walked into a wall.
We had our ups and downs but we always found a way through,
I remember when you used to say 'Hey!,that guy is so looking at you'
'Take every day as it comes at you - enjoy your time left' my parents used to say,
I know what they ment now, I'm glad I cherished each and every single day.
All my friends are leaving as hard as it is for me to say,
That's always been my greatest fear till this present day.
Promise you wont forget me as you go away!
Promise you'll come back to see me one day!
But the memories I have had for the past 15 years are from all the Best Friends that I know that will never go away.
I can't believe this is why I really wanted to die.
I think to myself and laugh, this is where I first heard your hello,
and now it's our last goodbye.
I came to relise that friends are much more than that.
Yes, some people were born dancers and some were athletic,
but that doesnt matter...wink wink I hope you've started to get it.
I'm going to miss the times we shared together,
The times we used to put bubble gum in the teachers hear when it was rainy weather.
The times we ued to run around in the halls,
The day that we all laughed when Sam walked into a wall.
We had our ups and downs but we always found a way through,
I remember when you used to say 'Hey!,that guy is so looking at you'
'Take every day as it comes at you - enjoy your time left' my parents used to say,
I know what they ment now, I'm glad I cherished each and every single day.
All my friends are leaving as hard as it is for me to say,
That's always been my greatest fear till this present day.
Promise you wont forget me as you go away!
Promise you'll come back to see me one day!
But the memories I have had for the past 15 years are from all the Best Friends that I know that will never go away.
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.
These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds you left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
You left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken you from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made you leave, or why, but I do know this,
That if you could, you would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as you are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting you to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
You were and angel when you were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find you again
When we find our way to the light
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
You left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken you from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made you leave, or why, but I do know this,
That if you could, you would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as you are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting you to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
You were and angel when you were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find you again
When we find our way to the light
your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
you make me laugh
and thought of losing you made me cry
your heart is as deep as ocean
you are calm in sticky situations
you are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
you can see my pain through my eyes
it's you that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
you are the ray of light in the darkest night
you gave me new hope of life
you are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget you and your friendship
we might fall apart but
you will hold my heart forever
the times we had are precious jam
you like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
you make me laugh
and thought of losing you made me cry
your heart is as deep as ocean
you are calm in sticky situations
you are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
you can see my pain through my eyes
it's you that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
you are the ray of light in the darkest night
you gave me new hope of life
you are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget you and your friendship
we might fall apart but
you will hold my heart forever
the times we had are precious jam
you like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
