Voices float around the room
landing on the lobes of my ears
Discernable and confusing
Faces down following text
Leaders maintain the order
Grasping to their patience
Irritability grows
Blooming as we progress
Unprecidented comments, Distracting actions and Random movements
Some speak with an uneducated ferver
Reading but stumbling line over line
Mumbles
Over the undertones of the topic at hand
The guy who loves the sound of his own voice
And the one who hates it
That one is me
To my right; a female
She helps to a degree
Sharing a love for laughter
Makes group go that much faster
Grown closer, we have,
To a point of attraction
Beyond mere friendship
To a place of stolen kisses
Waiting for that time
For our journey to begin
When we can be together
When we can start all over again
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