Heading down the halls
Passing by the lockers
Juggling books in my hands
One drop makes everything tumble to the floor
Opening up my locker
The cold metal sends chills down my spine
Here's to another Monday
Taking a peek out of my locker
My eyes drift down the hallway
Meeting another pair of brown eyes
A foolish smile creeps on my face
I pretend to look away
And hide my red cheeks
Hearing his footsteps increase their volume
Until they totally vanished
I wonder if he even knows my name
Closing my locker
Heading in the opposite direction
Without looking back.
~Ky-Viet Dang 01.25.14 (:
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Living in the present.
PoetryUnsure of what the future holds. Still holding onto the past. Every emotion is valid and life is too short. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable - know what it feels like, what it looks like. You are not alone. Believe that you are worth it. You can't c...
