My Poetries

My favourite Moment

I'm sitting in class shaking like a leaf,

Stressing and worrying with too much grief,

I hope my results are what I wished,

And that I won't be utterly squished.

As my yearhead finally came out the door,

We rushed out, waiting in line for our call,

My palms were sweating and my head feels like a ball,

Being kicked around in the P.E hall.

When I heard my name called out,

I bit my lip, nervous to go in,

I scurried myself inside the room, with my heart in my mouth,

Exhaling a deep breath, unsure I was holding in.

My face lit up like sunshine, I can not stand,

My heart is racing, begging for herself to stop,

I am so delighted, I think I'm going to drop,

With my good results in my shaking hand.