I'm sitting in class watching the time go by,
I'm waiting for the boy opposite me to see eye to eye.
I'm feeling a single tear run down my cheeck,
As im waiting for him to turn and speak.
Whose voice I desire aloud with mine
i await for him to call me on a private line.
but all these lines are in my head,
all the signs i have miss read.
but this single tear is all i have left.
which reminds me off a cry of theft.
This single Tear rolls away
which lead my broken heart astray.
there i one typo... hope you dont mind and i make more than my fair share cheek..
such a sweet and innocent look on the first flutters of love... adorable and well written too.. tyvm karen
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This poem stands out from your others(or rather the ones I have read): it moves at a calmer tempo. Pleasant to the ear too, the words consist mostly of soft letters, though inevitably, there are harsher syllables. A good one-cheers