I like his class even though I always get bad grades
I like this class even the girl who says almost nothing
He probably never notices me watching him or smiling since I'm sitting in the last row
My eyes are always driven to the last row where someone specific is smiling at me
I bet he thinks I'm stupid
She's adorable when she asks me to explain it again
My heart always races whenever I have to force myself to raise my hand
My heart always races when she's about to speak
I don't know how it happened that I think of him
I don't know how it happened that I adore her
But I like it
But I like it
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Nothing But Thoughts
PoetryWhere do our thoughts go if we don't write them down? They get lost. This is a selection of some poems that I wrote when I felt the urge to write them down before I forget what I thought of. Enjoy reading 🌙✨
