Maybe

Maybe is like one hundred words, condensed into one.

Seven Days.

Seven ways to hold desire

Seven days for it to end in fire.

Seven times you said goodbye

Seven words, the perfect lie.

Seven seas I could have drowned you in,

Seven of those deadly sins.

Seven outcomes of the dice,

Seven times I took a slice.

Seven screams and seven sighs

Seven disasters in my eyes.

Seven wasted prayers from thou holy book,

Seven minutes was all it took.

Seven ways to a break a soul,

Seven days, and I lost control.

I'm no poet but there's no harm in trying.

Be all that you dreamed

In school, about a week ago, we were told to have a plan A, plan B and plan C.

Plan A - What I will do if I get back into school for sixth form
Plan B - What I will do if I don't get the GSCE's I wanted to do for A-Level
Plan C - I don't want to come back to school/I don't get enough GSCE's to get back into school

I think I've decided.

Plan A - I'm going to English Literature, RE, Art and maybe something else. And maybe go to a night class.
Plan B - I'll go to tech and do Beauty Therapy, or Art and Design.
Plan C - Same as above.

It'll be grand.

Right now, I want to be a make-up artist. But more than anything in the world, I want to be a writer. However, there is little money in both of those careers. So I'll guess I'll be an English teacher, if I get my plan A.