Sonnet of Her
Our converse yanked when falling, heart so nigh
'Tis foolish, beg for all and sulk with none
The clouds do cloud the rays that ray in sky
I, stubborn, race to have conclude it done
I told myself to be myself to her
By word and, too, by write for both our sakes
Should waves be calmed, but then the calm should wave
Farewell and so should we at brinks of bay
I miss the things I almost got, but yet
Had failed to get, by fate or fool, can't know
In Fall it rose; the rose now falls, I bet
And not to be, but begged, like summer snows
My mind such drama likes to make year round
So should love be not lost, but still be bound?
The Second Law of Thermodynamics' a bitch. It has always been known that things are far easier and quicker to destroy than to create.
We had been talking since the first day of school. I had felt in the chatty mood that morning in Biology and began talking to person to whom I sat next. It was a daily thing. We laughed at our jokes and conversed about our lives and school projects. After several months I thought of her a lot. Looking back, I don't like it. For the sake of anonymity, she will be called Lily.
The month of April swung around and so did new seating charts. Lily and I had the chance of remaining seated next to each other for the past seat switching. She seemed to like to talking to me, but now I can't say.
It's a rather weird thing what happened. I can't explain.
But anyway we were separated in April. I was kind of disheartened because we had both won in a writing contest and I wanted to talk to her about it. But the days leading up to the contest were awkward and silent, with brief glances and occasional greetings.
It quickly began presenting itself obvious that she didn't notice me as much (if she ever did) and her surrounding of friends and poor times prevented any more talk.
Looking back I have no idea what to call what just happened. Was it friendship that I thought too far? Or were my thoughts aligned but incorrect? My view of what happened are opaque and quirky.
I think the main thing I liked about Lily was that I could be myself and talk like myself.
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Summary of Freshman Year
RandomFreshman - noun - The year of high school during which thoughts and feelings blend into one and stress builds higher than Mt. Everest while acne doesn't get much better and hormones are flying awry and love is indescribable but yet is thought to be...
