5 Minutes, by Not Over It
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Frizzy hair, sweaty palms,
The heat is overwhelming.
Need water, thirst beckons.
Sticky clothes and melted make-up is all that remains.
Sitting in 7th period, waiting,
watching the clock.
5 minutes.
Minds go astray, swimming, friends, parties.
The clock goes tick, 4 minutes.
Ice Cream, vacation homes.
It goes tick again, 3 minutes.
No homework, tests or quizzes.
Tick, 2 minutes.
Feet shuffle and bags are packed.
Tick, 1 minute
The tension is unbearable.
The hopes and dreams of weeks to come loom in the hair.
No one knew 60 seconds could last this long...
Ringg! It's here.
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Posted: 2008-04-03 19:07:30 UTC |
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2009-06-24 20:07:22 | Gemma. |
love it(: |