As I walk through the halls,
My heart calls,
To a certain someone,
Like an old loved one,
He was wearing a coat,
So I wrote a note.
It was Black and blue,
Just like a new,
I slipped It in his locker,
Then he let out a holler,
Twords my direction,
He had no intention,
To break my heart.
But it wasn't breaking my heart,
That he fixed a part,
He commented,
And cemented,
He liked how it was wrote,
But it was Wrote as a Poem.
