Treasure Island

micheal john


School Boy Lover


School is closed,
children yells,
all cheers and noises everywhere.
dust of feet spreads like whirlwind.
everyone is delight longing for mother's meal,
at home all rushes to go.
but here i am feeling unhappy,
wishing we could continue,
how fast time fly? ? ?
Can't believe school hour is over,
at the gaze of thy sight my heart weakens,
can't go home alone,
love sick i feel all over me,
come take me home,
Come walk with me
till the location of our destination
separates us to two paths.
until morrow when i shall see your face again.
Until morrow,
goodbye my school lover.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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Back in high school we all play one roll or the other, when it comes to love in high school only but few pass through without falling in love, there were times we wished to be with the ones we have falling in love with, but to our suprise time separates us, we feel love sick, no matter how long a journey is, once it is travelled with the ones we love it becomes shorter.

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