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Me In Std. 8
I was thirteen,
My first year as a teen.
New experiences lay ahead,
I began to think of romance, nothing else seemed to enter my head.
Everything was great at start,
I thought advices of elders were fake and I was smart.
My routine was to smile thinking of him,
All my thoughts revolved around him.
Since back then,
Just like now I loved my pen.
All my poems were about him,
Haha! his love had made my fat body slim.
Music was my best friend too,
At my worst and best it made me new.
Everything was bright,
I thought, babe! I was right.
Achieving something too, was in my blood,
My dreams, my ambitions were like the best flood.
Road stare games and a stranger hi!!
Everything was at its best, and my heart on its peak my my...
The same road and the stage,
Seemed so exciting at that age.
Hitting games, hide and seek, and graveyard games,
We begged for free lectures and jokingly called each other many names.
© Pam-1710
My first year as a teen.
New experiences lay ahead,
I began to think of romance, nothing else seemed to enter my head.
Everything was great at start,
I thought advices of elders were fake and I was smart.
My routine was to smile thinking of him,
All my thoughts revolved around him.
Since back then,
Just like now I loved my pen.
All my poems were about him,
Haha! his love had made my fat body slim.
Music was my best friend too,
At my worst and best it made me new.
Everything was bright,
I thought, babe! I was right.
Achieving something too, was in my blood,
My dreams, my ambitions were like the best flood.
Road stare games and a stranger hi!!
Everything was at its best, and my heart on its peak my my...
The same road and the stage,
Seemed so exciting at that age.
Hitting games, hide and seek, and graveyard games,
We begged for free lectures and jokingly called each other many names.
© Pam-1710
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