Desk MateA Poem by YahalloShe wasn't really my friend but she wasn't just an acquaintance. What's this weird thing?
First day of freshman year
a girl sitting next to open window asked me "Do you wanna sit here?" thin lips curved into a pressed smile didn't hesitate and i told her "Hi" Most of the time though we were quiet listetning to chatter of all the others She'd move to other chairs as our desk probably felt like a desert Blond long hair and big blue eyes always wearing denim maybe a bit shy She moved away the next year i find it absolutely strange that i still miss her a bit Our elbows would always brush as we copied the notes in a rush but that wasn't enough to fill the gap between us We have never been friends sadly that's the truth just desk mates sharing the same classroom © 2018 YahalloReviews
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1 Review Added on January 16, 2018 Last Updated on January 16, 2018 Tags: Poem, friendship, teen, life, sad Author
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