It's all coming to an end.
The year.
The student life.
The uniform.
The events.
The band.
I am gasping for air.
Hoping that I'll pass the exams.
To live a better life.
After having left this one.
Knowing I will miss,
I will cherish,
And I will reminisce,
All the memories we had.
The good,
The bad,
The awful ones.
I will always love you till the end,
All the way.
Cause you are family,
You are friends,
You are everything,
That I never want to end.
Though we're already,
At the end.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.
