seeing you
on every school day
surprisingly makes me
feel skippy
standing on the pavement
in the cold
anxiously waiting for the bus
to appear before us
since i moved to the neighborhood
we stood at the same spot
made eye contact
sort of acknowledged
that we were in each other's presence
you asked me just one time
before we set off
on a school trip
that was the only time
we actually talked
i didn't mind
i thought the connection wasn't there
but seeing you in my very eyelids
makes me unsatisfied
walking home, i say
"blissful, that girl"
all the wonders
of what classes you take
what music you listen to
everyday on the bus
haunts my rattling brain
every effort i have
to make words come out
of my nonetheless social mouth
doesn't feel right
you seem so cool
and fun
and filled with ecstasy
joining my cabin
of friends
seems so difficult
i really want to have your friendship
but the one question i have
is if you want my friendship
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Stillettos of Life
PoetryA riveting, gut-wrenching poetry book about my life. I won't go in depth about what the poems in this book are truly about, as I can hope that you either can figure it out for yourself or just move on as if you knew these poem's meanings all along...
