The Start

Fourth grade.

it was the start

of everything for us.

 

It was the year

I hated the most

at the time.

 

I always looked

like a little dork.

Glasses and a ponytail,

everyday of the year.

 

I hated the glasses

and the glare

the light made

on their lenses.

 

I barely knew you.

You were always

just the kid

sitting at my table.

 

You saw me differently.

Maybe you didn't

right at that time,

but you did once.

You do now.

 

They all say

when you look at me,

it's the sweetest thing.

When you speak to me,

you have a distinct tone.

 

I don't see any of it.

It's just the same

with any other girl.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've ever written and I have a lot on my mind, so it isn't very good and probably has some grammatical errors. Plus, I'm only an eighth grader. I apologize.
Dear.Heart.<3

Reviews

[Aristede Craig Jr]

cute

[Rae]

Dearest Rosie, I simply meant that the MALE mentioned is supposedly giving the FEMALE special loving looks, but she just doesn't see the looks as different from the ones he gives all other girls. Mmkay??(:
~Dear.Heart.

[Minnie]

hmmmmmm.... it doesnt seem to me like its a girl because most girls dont look at other girls with that look you described.......................................... you see my reasoning?

[Rae]

Dearest Rosie, unless you know about a girl from school that I N E V E R talk about at home and her guy issues... Then you don't.(:
KTB.

[Minnie]

bet i know who its about... ;) good job corky!

[Rae]

Aw, thanks Gracie.(:
~Dear.Heart.

[etxcp]

It's awesome! I

[Rae]

Thank you, Bethany Michelle. (:

[Bethany]

First poem ever, well congrats! Everyone has to start somewhere and grow from there. I think ever poet believes that their first poem wasn't very good, but they always remember it