|Every Other Day
Author: anaa-pixie PM
Me being stalkerish and writing poems about it. I am very bad at being a stalker.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 90 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2991502
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Every Other Day
In the morning, when I wake up,
As the sun is just beginning to rise,
The bell rings, I take my seat.
You sit across the room from me.
Looking up from my book, I catch a glimpse
Of you looking in my general direction.
The bell rings again, the end of class.
We both exit the room separately.
No matter how hard I stare at you,
You never really talk to me.
And It kind of makes me sad,
How I barely know you at all.