down the hall the school is big
through the school the halls are large
the boredom is tangible
the words they tell
they have no feel, no substance still
school is for learning i tell myself
watch the couples walk past
college sucks
not all just some
not some just all
too much work not enough time
too much time not enough work
there is, and never will be an in between
what's a solace when stressed no longer just an emotion
what's a nap when sleep is only an hour long
school sucks, i came to learn not bond with people while losing sleep
i have friends, no one believes this but its true
i have friends, though they might be few
i have a hobby, no one believes this but its true
i have a passion, though it might be few
to be free to do so is a gift from me
i dance, strange for me...
a machine
at least that's what they say
do i have a choice not to agree
the words they hit and soon they ring true
for who cant agree with words said all the time
the sky is blue
the grass is green
that boy is cute
green means go
cant i disagree?
or are these things repeated to many times and i cant understand why
do i have to agree
or can i think
think the sky looks pink
the grass is dead
green means limes and trees
and that boy, what is to say? but i hadn't thought to give him the time of day
i came to college to learn, to study do that sort of thing
i came not to flirt or bat my eyes
for i have a passion that i want to learn
and that's what i plan to do
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philophobia
Teen Fictiona girl who fears falling in love, she doesn't want to, she spends her time at college working on her dance major. She is one who loves to dance and has a story to tell through the music. but what happens when her moves dont align with the music? whe...
