Science Class

Together they whisper and giggle in class

Talking about a supposed romance

And lying notes to him they pass as

They gossip about us with nary a glance

I sit right beside them, listening in

And think, "Can't they just leave us alone?

Me and the boy I supposedly love

Can't they just let it all go?"

They move away; he sits down beside me

And instantly pleasure kicks in

Not because I'm in love or something

I just love being with him

He makes me laugh with the things that he does

And it feels really natural to be with him

But they take my pleasure and make it despair

I can't do anything with him

They twist any whispers and watch how we act

Discussing everything new

What we just enjoy, simply as friends

They take as signs that we woo.