Before August came, may I say
That an unfamiliar face appeared today
Tall, lanky, pale with black hair
An appearance that landed an infatuation at stare
I'd sit at the wall with my lunch on my thighs
I was a shy soon-to-be sophomore, afraid of saying hi
Not knowing your name, your grade level, or even your friends
But my heart fluttered at a stranger, there was no end
I couldn't help but stare at such a mysterious grace
And then you turned around and I.. well..ran away
Like any innocent sophomore I fell for you deeply
We would message all day and night, till I was sleepy
I regret my insecurity, my shyness was a mess
You were shy too, you didn't even know how to dress
Because we were shy of being ourselves around each other
It must have been what ended our love, we didn't even hold hands
What a bother
You could have been my first kiss, and I could have been yours too
But to forcefully part ways, and start off as new.
- Author: Adam Shirley ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2018 19:21
- Comment from author about the poem: You deserve a poem, after all, you were my walking poetry. Thank you.
- Category: Unclassified
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