Chairs

Group times

For some reason

You make me squirm

Feeling you next to me

Yet not touching

Just in the chair beside

Makes my mind

Never stop moving

Thought flying past

Tick Tock goes the clock

Part feels you counting or praying

For the clock to speed up

The hand is moving slowly

As time moves closer

Time to jump up

Move out of this class

As antsy as I feel

Some of me enjoys

Listening to your voice

Its a conflict of emotions

Hitting me

As a ton of bricks

But when we are dismissed

Chair beside me is empty

I feel free

To sit alone

Not squirmy

Author's Note

So if you haven't caught my drift this is about a girl that likes a boy and they get paired up in a group.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. A long time ago. A class made us switch seats. People like the same and don't like change. Was a odd day. I liked your thoughts. Thank you Liz for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jamestown]

I can definitely relate, some people just make me feel uncomfortable.
Again well written and crystal clear message! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Liz Alexander]

Thank you... It is more about sitting next to guy you may like and that anxiety fills you in by just sitting there wishing you had the nerves to talk. I believe we will be fast friends

[Jamestown]

My bad, dummy me! Well in that case, he probably feels the same:)