Everything has never felt,
So right and perfect.
Everything, was okay,
When I was with him.
Just one smile,
My heart filled with lust.
My heart, it began to pound.
You took my breath away...
The way you look at me,
The way your so modest.
There are so many things,
I love about you.
Underneath I drew heart witrh a bold pink marker.
Inside I wrote Mark+Amy. Oh shit, it was in my maths book my
teacher was approaching me. I instantly shut the book and placed
it on my lap. I then turned to Mark who was seated next to me. He
laughed briefly and shrugged his sholders indicating that he did
not pay attention as well. See the thing is we are such good
friends that sometimes he can figure what I am trying to say. Oh
shit. His golden eyes, I was drawn by then. It is as if he had me
under a spell.
"Amy." He called. I was snapped out.
"So what is the answer?" Asked Mrs. I had blocked out what she had said when lustfully staring at Mark.
"Sorry don't speak maths." I then answered. Everyone
"Let me see your book." She asked. She snatched it from my lap.
"Shit!" I blurted out. I grabbed my book from the teacher and ripped up the page I wrote in.
The feelings I had for Mark were really getting in trouble. I even wrote poems about it. Pathetic. Yes I know. I ask myself questions. Sometimes I argue with myself about it.