I talk to her in the Hall
"Hey, what's your name?"
She looks at me with dead eyes
Like I'm playing some game.
I want to get to know her
But she clearly doesn't feel the same.
So she walks out of science
Leaving me without her name.
I already know her name
That's a fact we both know
I want to hear her voice
Is it high, medium, or low?
If I want to write fifty poems
Our bind needs to grow
So if she could just talk to me
I'd be happier than she'd know
YOU ARE READING
Kennedy Maria Thomas
PoetryCarlos needs something to write about in his upcoming Literature Project. A poetry book consisting of at least fifty poems. There's a girl in his class who never talks and is very pretty. What if he writes about her?
