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.
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
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
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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