Old poem.

Memories are slipping through your fingers. You reach to grab them. You only catch a few, You bring them close to your heart to hold on to forever. All the tears, The heart break. They make scares on your heart, Never to be forgot. The lies that were said and promises that were made. The friends that said they'd be with you forever. And now you barely even talk. They boys who said they could never hurt you, Yet they did the most. The hugs from the guy you though was "The one" that you adore so much, And you'd kill for one more. You try so hard to fit in. And as soon as you give up. You do. All the lessons learned. Be real, Don't lie, and never trust a boy. You wish you could go back in time and warn yourself. Yet that is the past and science hasn't figured that out yet. You lie and say you don't like him and you never really did. Yet your the only one that knows you miss him like hell and you loved him, and still do. You hide your feelings with that smile. Your so good at. The memories, It hurts to know they're gone. But just remember you'll be making new ones and leaving the old ones behind.

By: Ana Rose Lyles-Riebli.

Yes, I wrote this all by myself. I promise.