Is it so haphazardly
We throw away our dreams?
Now empty souls
Were once bursting at the seems
When we clean out our lockers-
Do we clean out our hearts?
Washed away by summer
Each year a fresh start
I silently slip through the hallways
And for my notebook i grope
For I have secretly kept
A few of this years hopes
This isn't one of my favorites but is a solid end of the school year gloomy poem.
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