4 Days remain

by Lora   May 14, 2004


Walking through a crowded corridor,
You would never expect the thought to even hover in your mind,
The anticipation of never returning is expected,
But to actually worry about not ever going back is that wrong?

2 years isn't really that long,
You have to time to make friends but thats about it,
Maybe get to know a few teachers,
But not enough to actually miss them surely that isn't right?

However much I want to I cant have a heart of stone,
I want to let the whole process just wash over my head,
Why cant I express what I feel?
It cant be that hard.

So thats the end to the era,
4 days remain,
4 days for me to let people know how I feel,
I don't want to leave but only me knows that truth.

End of Sixth Form,
Means end of A-levels,
It also means no security of the school environment,
And the disappearance of those friends you've tried hard to get over the past 2 years.

I don't want to grow up,
Yes I hate the place,
But I love my friends and the work,
The teachers arn't that bad either!

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