He saw her walking there,
All alone with her long, brown hair,
Her eyes was on that book,
All the time,
He even started to wonder why.
She looked up from the text and saw the boy,
Staring at her like she had taken his toy,
She was taken by the way he look,
He looked just like from a book.
She smiled, he saw her smile,
He couldn't stop wondering, then he left the line,
He walked up to her and took away her book,
"Who are you?"
"Who are YOU?"
"Guess we both wanted to take a look."
Then she laughed,
And he laughed with her.
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A bucket of light and darkness
Poetry[Highest rank October 9th 2016: #27 in poetry] I'm a teenager - a girl - and I have feelings too. Therefore I wrote these poems to tell them to you. But hush, no kiss and tell; I trust you with my secrets. And if you do spill what you're about to re...
