Art ApprecationA Poem by UnderTheTreeFigure it out...its fairly simpleTen thirteen I wake up and realize I missed psychology I get ready throw on some clothes and depart. Always trying to look my best For in my next class it’s her who I’m trying to impress. Class starts shortly after eleven The seat next to her is open, I take it and smile. Her blonde hair tied back, her style is unique, I cant help but look at her, I dream of people like this. She looks over at me, Asks if I got number fourteen. Responding quickly only to be unsure She glances at her paper and gladly gives me the answer. My work is complete. It occurs to me though as I write these words, Our conversations consist of art appreciation and school. It needs to be deeper, I have to know more. She has been in my head, but I want more. My favorite style, my token look She has both but does it go deeper? What is her personality? What makes her? Where is she from? Where is she going? I must find out before it’s too late. The courage builds every class, The want to know what makes her grows stronger. Some day soon I will ask; Lunch? Maybe a walk around campus? I’m captured by this art that she is Art Appreciation Hah, I can get used to this. © 2009 UnderTheTreeAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on September 22, 2009 Last Updated on September 22, 2009 AuthorUnderTheTreeYuppAboutI dont generally write, but sometimes i feel like it... Im a novice. I use elementary words. I dont care usually. more..Writing
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