I always thought
That the school was evil
All it gave me;
Gave us;
Were living hell
And we used to dread our routine
Counting days of freedom
We hated everything
Now we did graduate,
Our friends
Our inside jokes
Our moments
Memories
Used to be there;
In the evil school
We dreaded so much
That we fail to see pass it all.
YOU ARE READING
Her Tales
PoésieHere's Some random poems. Enjoy! All covers and photos taken from pinterest.
