Worlds away yet inches apart,
Elbow to elbow not heart to heart.
Same clocks ticking, same days pass,
Walk the same halls, in the same class.
Time to time words exchange,
Blurred weeks all a haze.
Semester quickly slithers by,
Yet neither has the courage to mutter, "Hi."
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoesíaThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
