Poetry » Love »

Locker
Author:
Then They call me M PM
An awkward, unpopular girl and a quiet guy. These are the notes they slipped to each other.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 599 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-19-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2506796
A+  A-   Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten

I saw you,

Scribbling this note in history class,

I was sitting in front of you, staring.

You were fighting a laugh,

And I love your smile.

Go ahead and try it once in a while.

-

I got the right locker.

Number 892.

-

The pen?

It's always with me,

I've never used it,

But I'm using it now.

It's yours.

-

Yesterday you asked for the date,

And said, "Look, it's raining."

I nodded and looked away.

Why do I do it?

I just, I don't know what to say.

-

"Cursing people

for calling me a freak."

No.

Run less eye liner down your cheek.

Who am I if your a freak?

-

So don't doubt your self,

I'm not lying.

I have the right locker.

I have the right girl

Favorite : Story Author   Follow : Story Author

  .    .