You were new at our school, yet you weren’t shy
A flurry of colors beat in your heart.
You always warned and wanted to know why
Hearts and minds are at war and should stay apart.
Friendship flowered into watercolors:
Delicate petal pinks, soft baby blues,
And with the brightest of yellow wonders
Icy-pale winters turned into light’s muse.
But watercolors are temporary,
Running like rivers and fading away.
Now I never stay, I’m always wary;
Maybe your goal was only to betray.
You were wrong, both my heart and mind agree:
You’re on the other side of the world to me.
L.C. Anderson High School
9th