notready
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Everyone is so obsessed with virginity. They ask:
Are you still a virgin?
How come?
You're not?
Who'd you lose it to?
When? Where?
How? But I ask back
I never told myself that I would wait
Nothing against the people that do
It’s actually a good character trait
But it’s over, it’s done, I did it with you
And now a little part of me feels somewhat consumed
I don't think you understand
The effect the word 'college' has on me.
The more you talk,
The more my heartbeat races.
Taking off like a plane to Britain
It won't stop.
I have 98 days until I’m gone
Gone from friends, gone from family, gone from home
I have 98 days to get ready
Deadlines, clothes, jobs, money
I have 98 days to think
Am I ready ? Or am I not? Can’t it just wait?
In a little house, just off the main road
I lived and loved with my family.
The house was small, and often cramped,
But it was warm, with good smells and lots of smiles.
It was a house of imagination,
I Graduated!
High School is finally over
I am now going to college to be free
It was fun for the moment
Parties
Late nights
Drinking
Being on your own
Then exams begin to come your way
I was born into a great family
When you have a family it is not always about me.
A family is about love
We all fit tight like a glove.
Being broke a having you wishing money grew on trees
And keys to Mercedes would appear from no where like a stray dog wit rabies
And see I'm scared to love a lady
(A poem based on telling my past self four years ago)-Does contain suggestive language
Dear freshman me:
Hey!- you yes you there blond- hair tip moron
-sighs-
Am I ready for the real world?
Time just simply flies by
Now junior, about to be senior
Have thoughts about college, but
Not ready
Not ready, to leave family
Not ready, to leave friends
