Tomorrow I'm going to meet you.
In the classroom.
Full of people.
But the only one who matters is
You.
Tomorrow I'm going to give you the letter.
Your best friend is going to make fun of it.
And your seatmate.
And you too.
But I don't care.
Tomorrow you're going to know what I feel.
About your eyes.
About your mouth.
About your personality.
And about my insane love for you.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetryi started to write poems again instead off stories so i hope yall will like it!!3