High School Years

My wheels roll on, as my speed is very fast. Each day is a memory, one I share. Share with a special friend, with long black hair. I see you in the hall, while you look past. Wonder if you will remember our class. As for the girl, who follows me to class and everywhere. I hope you'll remember the girl made of glass. As we both wonder if we'll end up elsewhere. If we look back, we will realize high school wasn't all that bad. As our graduation nears we all have some fears. I hope we all have had the same fun. After all these were just our high school years. As if the girl made of glass has shattered from these tears. I hope we all had a great fantastic year. Because this poem reveals not only how i feel but it also reveals more then just happy tears. Never forget these high school years, also never forget the girl made of glass.