High School

Easy to get drugs
Constant fights
Abusive drinking
Irresponsible actions
Fake rumors
Sexual intercourse
And
Stupid hormones
Making everything worse

Two words for this monstrosity:
High school

Jasmine

She was so young and fair
Shades of red on her cheek
Golden is her hair
Strangely unique

One day she was fine
Joyous as can be
Then it was her time
To be set free

It was so sudden
Like a heart attack
Had I heard it comin’
And knew how to react

But now she’s here
With dirt upon her breast
And flowers placed with care
Never more a breath from her chest