Gabriella Franco Poems
It was so cool being a freashman
That, I must say
I got a lot of slack
And didn't get homework every day
My brother's one grade up
And he spent hours doing work
I don't want to be an upperclassman
Cuz freshman has it's perks
You get picked on, but not too much
You're still a kid, out of touch
You find out what your subgroup is and
where they all come from
It's that freshman year, that you learn to love
The joys of life and high school years
The teachers who will lend an ear
The kids who like to beat you up
And then the emos who don't...
I Do But I Don'T
I know i want you and i want you bad
I know i need someone to hold my hand
I know you've helped me out, it's clear to see
I know I like you and i know you love me
But I don't know where this is going, where this will end
Will it all end it 'i just want to be friends'?
Will you leave me alone, will I be wrong?
Will you say forever and then the next day you're gone?