SS - Her

Poem for a lost friend

A new year and a new class

The new heartbreak fresh and deep

No longer caring whether or not I pass

Just wanting to get out for at least a week

A tragedy here and a tragedy there

Classes still lifeless and dull

Until I met a girl with dirty blonde hair;

Someone I barely knew at all

Not once have I ever bat her an eye

But now I can’t wait to see her every day

I always thought that I would be a little shy

But now every time I see her, I feel a special kind of way

Sitting next to her with her bright hazel eyes

And watching her laugh with that adorable smile

Listening to her talk about her super great thighs

Loving every moment spent with her all the while

What a great personality she has, always acting as cute as she can be

Hunched over the table and peeking out from under her arm

I still can’t quite tell whether or not she likes me

But I sure hope so, for she has such great charm

Soon comes the end of the semester, the end of the year

And the precious time her and I spend together becomes a closing door

Over these past few nights, I’ve been haunted by a terrifying fear;

After this, will we see each other anymore?