Me talking to Me
I looked up in the clouds
A year ago I was making sounds
Now I look at trees, and the fallen leaves
Last year I made music and told people to be a feature, then leave
Nobody knew I loved the pen ink
Until Senior year me had let peoples heart sinked
They never knew I was a mastermind
Now I walk in these halls and they know I'm sublime
Never did I think I would see myself grow
But a light has to die one day and go
I will graduate from a boy to a man
College on my mind and on my plan
Want to make my younger me proud
To become successful and say it all started from the sounds.
This poem is about:
Me
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