It was in the middle of semester
When you started to care
I felt your head on my shoulder
As I moved my body ; feeling colder
But you needed my sweater.
It was in the middle of semester
When I and you became closer.
Highschool is no longer dry as dust.
It was in the middle of semester
When everyone teases us
Somehow they also became the bridge
Of this never untold love story of us.
YOU ARE READING
Just So You Know
PoetryFeelings turned into poetry. This book is composed of poems written by an eighteen year old aspiring writer... Just so you know.
