Borrowed Pencils...

by Polaroid   Feb 13, 2010


He's sitting at the front
I sit behind him.

He turns around, smiling
to talk to me.

To smile with me
and tell me what he thinks.

He knows I love him
and he loves me too.

Presently he reaches
for my hand.

Just so he can
feel me near.

We were meant to be
together, never apart.

But then I'm shaken
into reality.

Out of my daydream.

By him asking to
borrow a pencil.

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  • 14 years ago

    by victoria

    Haha awe this is so sad and cute. reminded me of "mean girls" with the whole penicl scene.lol
    great job.

    victoria

  • 14 years ago

    by mandy

    Sad and sweet. One spelling thing:

    "He know I love him"
    - "know" should have an "s"

    It's so little but it makes all the difference :)

    Great poem, Liz!

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