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For You

By Kihya B.
Grade 15, Canada

My heart it breaks,
my soul it shakes,
the dreams they change,
they rearrange.

I'm on the ball,
I walk the halls,
the thoughts of you,
won't let me through.

They're in my head,
I stay in bed,
too close to call,
to far to fall.

The pain it seeps,
the memories creep,
you're in my mind,
to search and find.

I shed a tear,
but not for fear,
the song I sing,
The promise ring.

You sang to me,
I'm left to see,
all I can try,
is not to cry.

I creep around,
fall to the ground,
wont let me through,
the thoughts of you.