I jot down rhymes

My pen flowing along

Ink marking the page

Then the period bell rings

My paper swiped from my desk

And out of my hands

Looking up, I see her

In a rush to get out

I lose her in the crowd

My adrenaline flares

Adrenaline for a piece of paper

Will she take it?

Will she leave with it?

Words on paper

Written by me

Best excuse for a note I've seen

She won't take it

She keeps her promises

But as she throws the crumpled paper at my locker

I find myself disappointed

And bitten again

By this animal I call my friend