School’s great. I *love* waking up early
to sit through hours of stuff I’ll forget.
Lunch? A gourmet mystery I’ll never solve.
Tests? Oh, the thrill of failing with style.
Group projects? Sure, I’ll do it all.
What’s not to love?
Posted in response to the challenge Humor.
Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.
there is a hand squeezing my heart
tight slow like it knows every part of me
holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind
the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes
it does not let go
sometimes the dress feels like a soft breath
a quiet hope wrapped in fabric
that touches my skin like a secret i’m afraid to speak aloud
it’s the way light moves when i twirl
the way i feel seen without saying a word
Comments
btw, I did this for a challenge. I love school, for real (I’m a self proclaimed nerd). :)
I love this! The irony is amazing and I love how it connects to the reader - it's relatable and humorous. Well done! :) <3
thank youuu
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