I Was Once Your..

I Was Once Your..

I was once your schoolmate.

But never your playmate.

I wonder if you can notice me.

Or more correctly, if you do know me.

I was once your schoolmate.

And now, a simple student among your classmates.

You seldom noticed me,

Because I know, I do have a power of invisibility.

I was once your classmate.

Who happened to be your seatmate.

Somehow, I felt lucky.

Because being by your side made me happy.

I was once your seatmate and friend.

Hoping this moment won't end.

You noticed me, talked to me.

And somehow, you cared for me.

I was once your friend.

But never your close friend.

But I should be thankful and merry.

Because in that class, you stayed by me.

I was once your seatmate,

Who dreams to be your soulmate.

But I wonder if this can be.

Because this is only my fantasy over reality.

I was once your seatmate.

Who is willing to wait.

Because I know destiny will find its way.

For you and me... Someday.

Because once, I was your schoolmate, classmate, and seatmate.

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A poem based on someone's story. Someone who seems invisible. Someone who was a schoolmate, classmate, and seatmate of that somebody.

Wishing.. Hoping.. and Dreaming.

- Thank you and God bless.