Dear friend,
A week after, we came to class again
The teacher stood up and points at each of us
One by one, as I see them switching seats
I knew there is no freedom in school, is this really a must?
I ended up being pointed out,
Standing up and moving my things
I came to wonder,
Where could you be selected in
Surprisingly, I stared
As you walk to the middle,
Where we were sitting right beside each other
And locked face to face
Class started, and I was ashaken
Learning all these new things, awaken
It was different from my previous school
It was much more advanced than a fool
I tried to follow,
Even though I couldn't help to look at you
It wasn't hard
It was just very tempting
You didn't seem to bother
It was only a week after
There is not much fun
With assignments needed to be done
You didn't seem to care about me
I pretended not to
But deep in my heartbeats
There is a beating you
-D.K.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Her
PoetryA true story between me and my girlfriend, or used to be. I wouldn't put a lot of hate on this, but it's what calms me down at times.
