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That Girl
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2004
Isn't it funny
How fast people can slip away?
I was one of you last week
And now I'm a ghost...
And I'll be 'That girl we hung out with in Yr 10 with
for a little bit, remember?'
And I want to be something more.
Can't you remember me?
Treasure the memories
of me, with you, together
friends
happy.
But no.
I'm just
... forgettable
... expendable
Me.
But worse then being
'That girl'
will be when the rest of you reply.
'No... who was she?'
All poetry should be like this. Honest, poignant and unassuming. Everybody in the world can relate to the last line, but relate it to yourself? The sign of a good poem is when it makes you look at something familiar in a different way and this does just that. It's one of those poems you don't forget for a long time...so I guess in a sense it kind of defeats its own argument o.O In a good way though XD
Great work soph ^^