I sit in the back, not a peep is heard. I'd rather be spending time on Tumblr. I look up for the 5th time and write more notes. I watch as I hear another girl gloat. As the bell rings I waited for the stampede to end as someone caught my eye. A boy who was appealing to the eye, yet I never spoke to. His smile radiated happiness, his brown eyes those of a puppy. His hair like that of a raven, and towering above my stupor. He chuckled as I cast my eyes downward. My cheeks felt on fire as butterflies flew inside. He nudged me lightly as I scampered out the door. But I knew he didn't like me, love me for a fact. I was invisible, I didn't want to be seen nor heard. As if he read my thoughts he spoke, "You were never invisible to me."
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Poems of a teenage fangirl
PoetryThese are all my poems so please ask if you can use them, most pictures are not mine.
