In class, she sits with playful eyes
A boy nearby a smoky guise
He is unkempt... a bit askew
But something in him feels brand new
With tousled hair and casual flair
There's something charming in the air
She can't quite place just what it is
That makes her laugh and feel such bliss
She took a chance,she shot her shot
Just for the fun she planned a lot
But when he laughed and friends chimed in
She rolled her eyes a knowing grin
Now every class they share the scene's a show
A dance of looks they can't outgrow
His friends, they snicker, point, and grin,
Her friends, they giggle, join the spin,
It's all a game a light affair
No broken hearts no heavy care
She loves the looks the humor shared
The teasing dance the way they dared
She adores the spotlight of this playful scene
And the whispers that lie in between
For in this dance this funny game
She finds delight attention's flame
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as you can guess..we were not an item as they say
but it's ok the attention was fun tho
see you at my next failed romantic endeavour
YOU ARE READING
collection of failed romance
Poetrya collection of a failed love life in the making ... I just write stuff to cope I don't expect this to be read but it's fun so why not (2nd time publishing it btw...I got embarressed the first time)
