![]() Mute-ualA Poem by AnonymousYou’ve met a woman. Her jokes are funny, her critical mind is stunning. She calls anyone out if they say s**t that's dumb, her confidence’s blown up, yet she blushed when you announced that her hair looked nice when she put it up in a bun.
You discuss revolutionary topics in your favorite place - her office. You steal the moment - greedily grasping in her laughing voice, pale long fingers. Her stubborn curls keep falling on her sincere smiling face She turned 36 - 18 days after you turned 22. She says she has a man too.
You wear loud stumping heels, have your eyes meet hers at the same level. Not to mention that your identity's dimensions reflected in her bright crystallic eyes are small in age - and young in size.
You wonder if he truly sees her, if he cares about social issues, if he point-blank even exists or if she concocted him - to help your obsession cease. You've sent her dozens of "thank you" notes, dedicated poems, submitted empty class surveys with anonymous love songs.
She knows you have feelings she cannot reject ‘cause you never confessed them, but maybe she just thinks that she's your favorite professor. © 2017 Anonymous |
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Added on November 30, 2016 Last Updated on March 30, 2017 Author
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