Handwriting // m.c

Math

She’ll never know
That she’s a beauty show
and I wish I could tell
but I don’t know her that well
She laughs so sweet
I wish we could meet
Down by the river
And if she ever does shiver
I’ll wrap my jacket around her
I would treasure
Every second
if I even had one

~Michael Clifford to the mysterious girl who has captured my heart

 

I look up and see the back of your head.

I don’t even know you too well.

All I know is that you’re in all of my classes.

Your name is Nicole and you like to wear a blue ribbon tied to make a bow tie on your hair.

Whenever you walk into math, you look at your chair and then to the teacher

It’s as if you’re asking him if you have to sit there, since you clearly do not like your assigned seating.

Nevertheless you still sit there, by the window where the hot sun is always hitting you.

Little do you know, there’s an empty spot next to me. But I guess not having you by my side is a consequence of me not talking to you or even throwing a note at you in class to get you to notice me.

Maybe someday I can do something.

But for now, I’m leaving everything in my handwriting.

PS- i wrote that mini poem thing at the beginning <3