I walk into 8th period
A bright smile on my face
I’m excited to see you
I glance over,
Trying to not look weird
Our eyes meet
I give a soft grin
You reciprocate.
A few light-hearted words
Laughter
We talk.
I’m not sure what exactly we have.
But, you give me butterflies
And I kind of like it
As the bell rings,
I smile and walk away
“Can’t wait to talk tomorrow!”
Today was a good day.
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: there's this girl in my 8th period- anyways the reason I labeled this is because I made two versions of this poem and I can't decide which one I like better, so I'm posting them both. I'll post the second poem tomorrow.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
a wonderful showcasing
of your poetry's, blossoming
self assurance..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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