Cheesy.A Poem by MicaelaThis 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.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 MicaelaAuthor's Note
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorMicaelaDublin, IrelandAboutMy 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..Writing
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