Daydreaming In Class

I wrote this when I was 13, I believe.

Cooped up in this classroom,
Wanting to break free.
The lecture's getting boring
And it's you I want to see.
As hard as I am wishing,
I know this cannot be.
Even though I miss you so,
I hope you're missing me.

 

"This is getting boring,"
I whisper to a friend.
She nods a bit and smiles;
An ear is what she'll lend.
You're always one to help me,
So many heartbreaks you can mend.
You're always there with love to spare
And hope that never ends.

 

I look out at the sunshine
That warms the blacktop ground.
I wanted something endless,
And your friendship's what I found.
The teacher's voice is fading;
I soon don't hear a sound.
I love you so; you ought to know
You make my world go round.

 

Class will soon be over,
But you're still on my mind.
I'm glad you've always been there
And always been so kind.
I know that I will see you
Right at the end of the line.
So always be looking out for me
And know you'll forever be mine.

 

Class is finally over,
And I shove through the huddled mass.
All my classmates and my friends
Struggle to get past.
You just always seem to be
Atop the greener grass.
All of this was thought up quick
While daydreaming in class.

 

January, 2005

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What a vivid, wondrous write! You transported me back to a time of daydreaming and that deep sense of love and lightness found in another (and the boredom of certain classes! lol!). I guess I still daydream sometimes... Thank you for sharing this poem!