I am early morning school days
And late nights under yellow lights.
I am paper with blue lines running free.
And the starless night breeze.
I am misty eyes gazing out at skylines
Through glass
I am a shattered drinking cup
Tipped, falling, falling, crack.
Find traces of me in dusty books.
Worn pages, rolling verses, softened by overuse.
I am the moment after a good joke
And the bad ones, too.
Awkward.
LC Anderson High School
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