By: Damian Thomas, 8th Grade
First day of school,
The room was green,
The tiles were washed out,
I lived to play
I even got bruise,
That stung like a thousand bees,
Cuts that burned like lava,
Burning through your skin
But it was okay.
I lived for the food,
The chicken that would make you dribble like a river,
The rotti that could make your heart stop
At every bite.
I lived for the thrill,
Of those summer days,
Those hot days,
When you felt like you were in a sauna.
I loved to travel,
I would go to Florida in the summer,
I would walk around all day,
Until my legs felt like they were amputated,
Go to the pool the next day,
Until my skin shriveled up.
Sometimes I listened to nature,
The world is full of green,
I hear the birds chirping a light melody,
I hear the teeth of a squirrel chipping away at a nut,
How I love nature.
When it was time to go back I was always in my feelings,
But I knew I would have to.
As I get older my feelings become more hidden,
Like a safe locked away from the world.