i walk into school
and i wait
right by that old door
at the top of the stairs
i talk to people
make small talk
as my eyes roam the rest of the hall
searching for you
and when you
round that corner
i turn my whole body
to face only you
i don't think
that seven AM
has ever been as bright
than when you smile at me
YOU ARE READING
anything and everything in between
Poetrycome inside my mind. dont be scared. ill hold your hand the whole time
