Five minutes after the bell
That signals school to end
I walk through the halls to my locker
That's when I see my special friend
Kennedy Maria Thomas
With an instrument case in hand
Walks down the fine arts hall
Probably to the room of band
I forget my locker and follow her
Sneaky as a fox
Wondering what instrument
Could be inside the box
She walks into the music room
Empty as can be
She sits down and opens the case
Revealing an acoustic guitar to me
And then
That was the first time
I heard Kennedy Maria Thomas
Speak
Or sing, rather
She has a lovely voice.
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?
