She longs for home. Stuck in this town is taking its toll on her.
Her flatmates just don't give a **** and students shout outside her window
after a few. She can't tell if that boy likes her or that guy
isn't interested. All this hearsay burns her ears. Needs to get away,
relax in a more familiar place with more familiar people, pretend that things aren't different.
She can remember the good times, outside the English room on a warm June day
even though she was revising for Science. It'll be OK again soon. Soon it will be back to normal.
Written: March 2012. Explanation: A poem written in my own time about a friend. Not the best poem I could have written about them, so this poem will either change at some point, or a new one will come along.