As a 3 year old, When you enter a strange place,
The only thing on your mind is finding a way to escape
But after 15 years of toil, I hope you a realise that
This place is a second home that you will never forget
Between those golden days of sneaking food between classes
And ranting about the teachers with your classmates
You failed to realise how these people became so close to you
That the thought of leaving them often makes you blue.
When you look back at these 15 years, you realise
You made lots of decisions, some stupid and some really wise.
Most importantly, You've made ever lasting friendships
And some godamn enemies, who really needs to be knicked.
At last, Here's a toast to your real friends
Who stood by you even when you gave them no chance
And a solid one to your enemies
For fucking up your life but giving you memories.
YOU ARE READING
My Sleepless Nights
PoetryPouring out my heart to a stranger But I didn't pour the whiskey I just wanted you to know This is me trying... Hey there! This is my very first book and it's a collection of poems that I wrote on my sleepless nights. Cover from Pinterest📌
