Dear Diary: The student and the teacher 4
I don't want to tell my friends
Because they might take offense
Even if am right, noone will come to my defense
Standing facing the impossible
All we do now is to draw table
My mum wouldn't see any right in it
So left to my own world to deal with it
It burn like the sun, it emit so much heat.
He opened the pages in my heart
Which no one could fill up
And gave me a better feeling than jumping up
Am I in a love prison
I wish my mum as a son
Maybe he would have helped me grow out of it
Maybe he would have taught me a lesson.
Once and for all
Let me walk up to him
Try getting closer to him
Speaking with him,
Was like reading a poem and singing an hymm
What next?
Am not a fortune teller
©Itunu peter
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DEAR DIARY: THE STUDENT AND THE TEACHER
PuisiA poetry about a student who fell in love with her teacher.
