Dear person, if you are just a reader enjoy the poem. If you happen to be Blanche (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE BLANCHE) then you will know who this is about. Please do not think weirdly of me. Actually, do. I give up.
I see him sitting
In the back of the room
No one notices him
Except I do
His dark hair
Slants over his forehead
He squints his brown eyes
As he begins to think
He is not listening to the teacher
His mind travels much farther
I wish to see one day
The places it goes
His eyes open up
His full pink lips curve into a smile
An idea
An epiphany
But what he has realized
I will never know
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Stupid Poems I Wrote
PoetryThe title really explains everything. These are just some stupid poems I wrote.
