Hey, people. So, I decided to write another poem because, as most of you know, I'm love struck. Once again, this is a true story. I sit with two of my female friends at lunch. One of them was... idk, somewhere, and the other was doing student council stuff. So, today, I was alone with no one to talk to. Oh, and this takes place during lunch. I wrote this in my sketch book, at first. Let's do this!
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There he is. Right there. Can't he see me? I'm so furiously writing in my Sketch book, waiting for my table to be dismissed. He's only one row behind me... Can't he see me all alone? One of my friends is gone, the other selling food. I keep meeting her gaze, telling her that I'm ok. But, now, she's busy, she can't look at me. I look away. Oh, we can get up now. I walk to the bathroom to wash my hands. On my way back, I see that he is in the line next to the bathroom, waiting for food. I walk by him, trying to get him to see me. He dosn't notice me. Stupid phones, draging people in. I walk to my table. She's still selling food, still busy. Notice me, my crush, notice me. Please. To your left, the last table in the row infront of you. A simple "Hello" is ok. Please, just look over and see that I am alone, eating without friends. Just walk over and hug me, please. I need it. Atleast LOOK. AT. ME. Now we have to go. I will close this sketch book up, in which this demand lies. I will laugh and joke with you out there. It will feel good to be noticed.
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Thanks for reading! After that, he almost got a hold of my sketch book, where this was written. He kept trying to steal it. He was like, "Is there stuff about your crush in there?" In my head I was like, "You have no idea" Tell me in the comments if you have ever felt this way! Thank you to all the people in the army for sacraficing themselves for us. Thanks for reading, and bye!
-Rainbow51743