I ask to walk her home
After school today
You know, be a good friend
And by her side I'd stay
But she said no
I couldn't walk her home
I tried to protest
But she already left, alone
I sigh and shove my hands
Inside the pockets of my jeans
If she wants to walk alone, fine
It's her choice by all means
But I won't lie
I wanted to walk her home.
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?
