I was 18
Writing to my love once again
Wanting to just go to Texas
The days are slow but fast
Long but short I have to wait
A letter of impatient to graduate
I write to him
I was 18
The X's on my calendar represent
The train cars that I've lived though
And the ones that I have left
I live without him
I was 18
As the months get shorter to the end
I get less and less brave
Once a recorded braking wait trainer
Now a frightened fifth grader or it seams
Unsure about the next step
I was 18
With that gown just around the corner
Scared to death of not wearing it
Just because of one class
But knowing I will pass
I was18
Stuck between a child and an adult
Not really wanting to be either one
Just wanting to have the same
Bread and water
Stuck here in high school
I was 18
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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