Treasure Island

Heather Hill

(July 18,1989 / Arkadelphia)

Walking Through High School


This is it everything that you have gone through us now memories.
All of your happy and sad times in high school have now faded.
A new life has begun on your own.
No more waking up dreading that this day will never get here.
Now the day is here and your missing everyone before they even
walk through these high school doors.
Every memory is left unsaid.
On graduation day everyone cried, I even cried.
Knowing that I may never get to hang with my friends ever again.
Hoping they'll be here for my graduation crying with me.

Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011

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