In four years the rain will stop,
And I can finally breathe.
In four years I can step out,
And not be so bloody clean.
In four years my umbrella's packed,
I'll finally feel the Sun on my skin.
In four years I'll have to learn again,
How to live without the machine.
Short one. Can you guess what it's about? I'll give you a clue. I leave school in four years. ;) Hope you relate, if so please vote and comment!
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Polygon
PoetryA compilation of poems from the everyday; delivered by a short girl who just can't stand it. Enjoy. Or don't. Feel free to strike up a conversation if there's something you want to discuss. I update once a week so add to your library to keep updated...
