Every time I hear your voice,
I fall inlove all over.
Or at least thats what I want to hear,
from senpai's unspoiled lips.
Yet... I am the immature kid,
Wearing those orange headphones.
Some how, you see me as what I am,
The clutzy, peppy, perky, stupid girl.
So I wear my head phones,
and dance to the colorful offbeat tunes.
You idiot, you hold my heart in your head,
So stop squeezing it!
It hurts!
Today you came me and we chatted for a while.
You said you like my art, and my choice of music is,
Cool.
I replied to you with the usual pep,
"Why thank you!
I'll eat sweets now!"
Yet I didn't mean it... But my orange headphones,
Drown out all sound of embaressment.
Even when I trip down the halls,
I can count on their colorful heartbeats.
Ah!
Stop squeezing my heart,
That you keep between your Chemistry texts...
Or maybe you hid it in those neon kicks?
Whatever.
Who cares?
Because you know I exsist,
even if its behind a mask.
So I'll keep jamming,
With my orange headphones,
to the colorful heartbeats.
Today we went on a feild trip to the farm.
Mud, and Squashed pumpkins littered the feilds.
You and I worked side by side,
pulling watermellons off the vine.
While we did this, my orange headphones were on.
On the way home, we sat together.
You said your having problems,
but we can't talk yet.
Ah! Distant senpai!
Stop squeezing my heart!
Even so Ill keep jamming,
With my orange headphones,
To the colorful heartbeats.
Today I embaressed myself,
in the cafè with my milk.
I laughed so hard at your joke senpai!
That I had to throw up in the bathroom.
Yet senpai...
I have been watching that other girl...
Shes your age, smart, and athletic,
though mean as hell...
I can't stand how she looks at you...
That perfect bitch,

YOU ARE READING
A breif vent of freeform
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I write in my freetine.