Finding loopholes and skipping class;
Playing substitutes like pawns
We try to sneak away together,
My best friend and I
Making petty lies -
We smudge reality and falsity
Our second year of high school
And we're already aces of forged passes and coming up with smoothly said ******** excuses when questioned
It is in between classes when we roam the halls
That we hatch our plans and ideas, building excuses
A few failed attempts
Though we still have many tallies on our side of success
There is an in between that no one likes to talk about
And that my friend, is home to me
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
Finding loopholes and skipping class;
Playing substitutes like pawns
We try to sneak away together,
My best friend and I
Making petty lies -
We smudge reality and falsity
Our second year of high school
And we're already aces of forged passes and coming up with smoothly said ******** excuses when questioned
It is in between classes when we roam the halls
That we hatch our plans and ideas, building excuses
A few failed attempts
Though we still have many tallies on our side of success
There is an in between that no one likes to talk about
And that my friend, is home to me
The last two stanzas don't really go with the poem and I apologize but I really like the last stanza and don't know what to do so my poem can flow into that last bit but whatever.
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