My Poetry Book

Understand

The lie he'll tell,

about things he doesn't understand,

hit me hard,

hard as any punch,

so I'll grab my stuff and I'll pack my lunch,

I stare through the window, at the unknown land,

Just over the horizon the sunrise comes,

I wish to leave, and I wish he'd comprehend

But I head to school and then go back.

I wonder as I start to leave,

where is it in love that he'll lack

But, that must be the way my story goes.