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.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 4:00 PM UTC
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.
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