Spring Semester
I found my place there.
To lie in despair.
I dream of elsewhere.
I see you tie your hair.
Or that dress you wear.
We'll never be a pair.
I would never dare.
This is only fair.
This feeling seems to tear.
I wonder why I care.
Here there is only air,
just enough to bare.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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