8th Grade Poetry

This poem was written by me in 8th grade, and I think it makes a pretty good Franco poem.  No edits have been made.

Fuzzy Memories

Sitting outside the parking garage
lips pink with cherry slime
waiting for a break in the clouds
It was me and you too.

Watching the flowers wilt and
the cars break down.
Is it guns or roses?
I can’t remember why.

I’m walking home all alone
by the street lamps with
only a dull buzz for company.

It came so close
right there in front of my eyes
It slid to the side
and hit you instead.

 

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