The End of an Era

The graduation is finished,
Secondary school is over,
The class have all hit the bottle,
Celebrating the end of their sentence,
But I am not happy,
That my term is over,
As I now fear
That the security blanket school provided
Has been ripped from my grasp
All too prematurely.
My age suggests I'm ready to leave,
But mentally I don't feel ready at all,
I'll miss the routine that school gave to me,
I'll miss the help that the teachers offered,
I'll miss the students of all the other years,
But, most of all,
I'll miss the friendships that have been formed.
Even though they seem all too rare,
The ones that have been made,
Are very special to me,
And I am really upset now,
As I know I won't see the majority of my class,
Ever again,
Although I know that this sadness,
Is only shared by a rare few...

For me,
It is the end of an era,
But now I am wondering,
Could it be the beginning of a new one?

The Black Hole

The black hole,
Sucking and pulling,
Trying to drag me down,
Into vast and endless darkness,
Into oblivion.
Nothing is going right,
And everything I try,
To make things work,
Just makes the hole bigger,
And makes it more likely,
That I should fall into it,
And drown in a giant black wave,
Of my own sorrows.

Teardrop

Oh teardrop,
You won't stop,
Your happiness,
Is also your sadness,
You're beautiful,
As well as pitiful,
The reason you're there,
Is because someone near,
Has passed away,
Taking light from the day,
Bringing darkness,
To your host's existence,
But you accentuate her elegance,
Even though she's in deep disturbance,
You manage to keep grace,
On her pain stricken face...

Oh teardrop,
You won't stop,
You are the essence of beauty,
Yet you exist because of tragedy.

Taking the Chance

I wish I could tell you everything,
So I could try and make you mine,
But will it really mean anything,
Is it worth putting our friendship on the line?

Things have changed since I first met you,
My feelings have grown and blossomed,
I wonder if your feelings have changed too,
Or if they remain unchanged, down there, at the bottom.

I really want you to notice me,
To see how quick my heart beats when I see you,
I really want you to be with me,
To be the one who turns and smiles, while saying "I do".

Now I need the courage to ask you out,
To find out how you truly feel,
Yet in my mind is a flicker of doubt,
Causing my stomach to turn, as if I was on a Ferris Wheel.

Part of me knows your feelings already,
It knows that we are friends and nothing more,
Yet, with you, I want to take it more than steady,
Putting our friendship at risk forevermore.

I take a deep breath and ask the question,
Your eyes meet mine, you wear a blank, blank, expression,
I have caused an uncomfortable situation,
One that causes me despairing depression.

You shake your head and apologise,
Staying friends is all you want to be,
You wipe the tears away from my eyes,
While saying there are plenty more fish in the sea...

My heart is broken, there are no more fish like you,
Hard to believe, as, once, you were only a mere acquaintance,
But now I'll never find another I want more to say "I do",
Because you are the absolute essence of elegance.

Silence

What is a friend?
Please, explain?
You can't?
I'll tell you about my friend so,
The one person that can't possibly betray me,
His name is Silence,
And the reason he can't betray me is
Because he can't talk,
How ironic,
Because, if he could talk,
I reckon he would betray me,
Since I don't exactly treat him well,
Just like the rest of my friends,
I regret that very much.