Awaiting
She put my note to you
Under your vocab book,
right before recess...
And that’s when my friend told me
You thought that I was strange,
But that you didn’t mean it in a bad way...
and that a small smile flashed on your face...
I laughed
saw you playing basketball,
Your brown-blond hair flying in all
directions...
I thought about the note...
And now I’m sitting in class...
Awaiting.
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