Tick-tock, tick-tock
I hear the clock
Unable to Focus
I nod a song's chorus
Aware of her constant glances
I think of my previous advances
She asks if im mad at her,its become usual
False grin on my lips, she doesnt buy the visual
But I can only pretend
How can she not see,
Past her loser boyfriend
She belongs with me
Impervious to the pain
I say she was nothing to gain
I have moved past the notion
Images of us stopped in motion
To everyone that is what i say
She wont know the truth i pray
I am doomed,
When in this room
YOU ARE READING
The Longest Class Hour
PoetrySome girls are too scared to leave what they know they have, and take a chance on what they could have.