I walked in class.
I notice him staring at me.
I pick the seat behind him.
He passes me a note "Im in love with you".
I write back falling tears from my eyes.
Cause he doesnt know how i feel.
Im a boy.
My parents are homophobic.
The teacher is my dad.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Povs (volume 1)
PoetryHers, hims, theirs POV. What is going on in our lives? Are some things questioning? This book is peoples' even aninals POVS of their lives! If you like overthinking you sould definetely read this book!
