Chapter 2. I have more poems, But when I get 2 reviews I'll update again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi but I do own this poem
The pain that I felt
Was like getting hit by a bus
When I realized this mess
Was really just us
The glass is broken
The frame is tattered
But this old rusty frame
Wasn't what mattered
It's the picture inside
That held memories deep
But when the old hinges snap
All the memories will seep
My soul has grown icy
My heart's dead and cold
Because all the things that you've done
You think makes you bold
I don't want to forget
How we stood hand in hand
But my broken picture of us
Still sits on my nightstand