The smallest things always touch people the most.
With the small flower in my hand, I stood and waited for you to near the classrooms.
The purple crocus was twisted around between my fingers nervously. Finding time, I picked it specially for you in my moms flower garden out back of my home.
The faint giggles were heard near by, finding my chance I slipped the flower on your desk.
Hoping it would possibly catch your eye, I sit back and watch,
Only for you to flick it off with a confused, and somewhat disgusted look.
My purple flower going uncared for.
