one day you'll be taking your last last school test and your last fire drill and report card. one day you'll have your last young and wild friday nights with the people you've made a million memories with. one day you'll close your locker and walk out of those doors for the last time. one day you'll be standing in an alphabetical ordered line in a cap and gown with people you watched grow up. people who watched you grow up. a lot of people you'll never see or hear from again. one day you'll forget about all the people you knew and you'll barely remember the memories until you find a picture that reminds you of them. one day you'll be packing up 18 years of your life into boxes and hugging your parents goodbye and one day you won't be in high school anymore. and it's sad. and we're all still ready to get out of here
so
soon
YOU ARE READING
i dream of a perfect life
Poetryin which a girl spills her mind to digital paper and people made of code this is just a bunch of condensed crap i need to write down or get out somewhere. highest ranking: #119 in poetry :') lowercase intended 《copyright march 2017, mia echo》
