Cheesy.

Cheesy.

A Poem by Micaela
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This poem is one I wrote in first year of my English Degree, (almost 3 years ago now) about how 3 old friends became reacquainted with me over the course of a holiday to London.

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My hands shook that first day. 
I got lost along the way. 
I had things to do and people to meet, 
I had no clue where this would lead. 
I am a first year, 
English Major please, the first frontier.  
My hands shook, 
I was not letting myself off the hook. 
I spoke to no one for weeks, 
I couldn't seem to settle my feet 
I wanted to dig down in the sand
but then someone offered me a hand. 
She said I looked lonely, that
I needed a friend
That someone is me she said, 
Friends to the end. 
We got on just fine, 
she helped me shine. 
Then she moved away 
and things went in dismay. 
I started to scrape by 
I hadn't got friends or any real time
to show people that i wasn't okay 
That is when they showed up and brightened my day.
They said come to London it will be fun, 
we'll board a plane and before we're done, 
you'll feel less alone because we know what you need, 
You needed some friends, We'll help you succeed. 
Now I have four, 
I do not need anymore. 
They make things good, 
when I never could. 

© 2016 Micaela


Author's Note

Micaela
This was written when I was 18 (now 21) please ignore the cheese.

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Not that bad at all. I host a poetry podcast at www.facebook.com/coffeewithunderhill if you are interested in listening or submitting.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on June 25, 2016
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Tags: friends, cheesy, rhyming, matters, english, college, laughing, london, holiday, alone, depression, anxiety, overcome.

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Micaela
Micaela

Dublin, Ireland



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My name is Micaela. I'm 20. I'm trying my hand at poetry. I've studied English in Uni. I'm a little lost. And a little found. more..

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