To Be Dismissed
Bell ringing, day ending, same routine day in and day out.
Would it be wrong to say that you’re the best part of the day?
Walking out the door, the cold slamming in my face,
But I look for you anyway, not caring about anything else.
I don’t know why, but my eyes almost instantly find you,
And it’s worth it.
Your hair, your face, your smile…
All so perfect. Perfect for me.
Perfect enough for me to lay my head on your shoulder,
Perfect enough to kiss you.
Perfect enough to love you.
But alas, until then, at the end of the day,
To be dismissed.
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