BY: Gregory Harrelson, Kingsley High School
It's sick, sitting under a sycamore,
Wondering if there'd ever be more, if you and I could ever be more,
Pushing thoughts out of you and me,
You said you'd always love me, yet you were always jaunting.
The image of you is forever haunting,
And there's no way you can keep just flaunting
Your new boy toy and his lack of feeling,
But that's the secret to dealing
With your emotions and life I guess.
You could always say I was never the best,
Leaving you wondering if I got rest or if I was gonna get a good grade on that test,
But you didn't care, and it's never been fair,
The delicate smell of your hair and the way you float through the air.
About the Author: Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression.