Looking back on our trip,
I can barely catch a grip,
These past few days taught me,
And showed me what i need to be,
I realized some hidden feelings for a boy,
This boy use to be my one annoy,
But now I'm head over heals,
As the sunburns peals,
i think of all my new friends,
And i think about how this ends,
i think about my new friends my new crush,
and while i sit here staring at my brush,
i realize how much i miss,
Point Roberts and all this,
Point Roberts couldn't have been better,
like how Jon's new sea salt sweater,
and his stained white T-shirt,
And then i put out an effort,
to hold back my tears,
and remember the laughs and cheers,
This had to have been the best,
But now we have to rest,
so next year will be twice the fun,
and twice the passion of Christ
