End of My Exchange
I've come to this point,
between home and abroad,
where love is more potent,
and yes is but a simple nod.
Laughing for nothing,
is our favourite pasttime,
while eating sweeet treats,
try ing to hold onto the time.
I wish for nothing but sanity,
the type deep inside,
it was so easy to say hello,
Now it just hurts to say goodbye.
If I could say but one thing,
It's that, "I will be back."
This poem is about:
Me