Flawed Concentration - Poem by Cabaline xxx
I watch you from across the classroom.
I know I'm not supposed to but,
those stolen glances make me smile.
I see you, absorbed, scribbling away,
turning your complex thoughts into,
reams of unruly arrogance-
as I attempt the same. You crack a joke,
and make me laugh, but I doubt,
that you note my reaction in particular.
I am just another classmate, becoming
-at times- invisible altogether, as you wish.
Our banter and quick fire wit, leaves
only the desire to call you mine.
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