20 PO || You realize the time when you have a screaming fight with your mom or the time when you got silent treatment from the one you talked the most or the time when you're being ignored by the person you wanted to care the most, or sometimes when...
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Time passes fast, so I've heard, But now I feel the words. Only yesterday did I begin this journey, And now I'm at the threshold of ending it.
The long corridors, yellow and white, Countless times through which I strolled. They know so many stories, good and bad, Never thought those passageways would make me feel so empty.
Oh, how I dreaded those grey stairs, Just because I had to carry the lightly heavy bag. But whenever I was down, Those steps provided me with the comfortable place to sit and shed tears.
The white-walled classes, the blue chairs, The blackboards, the red-yellow building, The glass windows, the wooden doors, Are the ones which gave my life the colours.
Fourteen years seems such a long time, Yet ironically not long enough. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to grow up and leave this place, Now when I am actually free, I just want to be kids again!
I remember the first day, I was crying my heart out to go back home. And now after all this time, I am crying again, Because I'm leaving my home again!