She sat across from me humming to herself,
remembering the song we sing enough.
Her long, died hair is in a fancy bun,
With her bangs above her eyes as they hung.
Her smile grew as she found the lyrics,
With her quiet voice singing so we can hear it.
The three of us joined the brown eyed girl,
Making it four who's singing a whirl.
As eyes came towards us,
Someone decides to insult.
Embarrassment fills her eyes,
As my anger starts to rise.
For I hate seeing her sad,
And that's what makes me mad.
Wanting to help her,
And not knowing what to do.
Tapping her with my foot,
She l look up once more.
Giving her a smile,
And getting one in return.
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PoetrySamantha is in love with a girl who only thinks of her as a friend. She tries to show her affection but nothing is working. She is scared to tell Angelyn about her feelings but is tired of acting like everything is fine when to her nothing is. And f...
