A New Person.

The same beautiful eyes.
The same heart-melting smile.

Memories of his only at me.
Memories of his for me

The year went by much too fast
The time for us to part came much too soon
Until next year, when I saw him again.
At a new school, with new friends
He .into someone new.
He else.

His eyes had lost its warmth and brightness.
His smile was superficial.
His so cold.

How could he have changed so much?
What happened to the boy I knew.
The taught me the meaning of love.

This poem is only partly true. He was the first guy that I thought I could
at my young age. I saw him again the other day, after a little
more than a year. This is the untrue part. He HAD changed, but not in the
ways described in the poem. But there's more to it than that.