There’s something about smoke that can put me in a daze,
The freedom in the air,
The separation as it gets further.
Smoke reminds me of human kind,
We all start in the same boat,
Yet as we grow;
We grow apart,
Often never to return again.
Smoke can be selfless people,
Twisting our lives around others,
Until we realise,
And stop worrying,
Thanks when these so called friends disappear;
Because they only wanted you for support anyway.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
From the bus rides,
To the deadlines;
From the friends,
To the enemies,
From the laughs,
To the fights;
I'm running in circles but I can't keep up,
School is something that I could never escape.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC