Sofi had big doe eyes
that watched me like a movie
and she made me feel like a boy
but I liked her like a girl
She was everything to me
in those old high school halls,
the only one who saw me,
only one who cared
When we got high in the boys' bathroom
on the floor behind the stalls
and snuck into the auditorium,
I could've kissed her there
In the grass behind my house
she told me who she liked
And later when she sat on my lap
I thanked god I wasn't a guy
I'm gonna see her when I get home
pick her up in my car
I always dreamed of us fogging up the windows
Maybe I'll tell her about it sometime
YOU ARE READING
Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
PoetryPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
