The End of The Year.
By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font> •
Skipping classes, outside in the rain.
Happy times, and I'm not feeling pain.
Soaking wet, as the sky pours down tears.
Springtime now, it's the end of the year.
Laying low, while I hide from teachers.
Getting caught, something to fear.
It's quite sad, it's the end of school.
Summer soon, there's no one to fool.
So, now I guess, more classes to skip.
Having fun, as I watch the rain drip.
Walking 'round, being soaked to the core.
Always though, my soul asks for more.