• The color of roses dance across the girls face,
    As she sits in the back, her normal place.
    She dares not lift her eyes to the boys laughing in the seats right in front of her.
    Could she possibly be the one they prefer?
    Her eyes are so full of dept so full of sorrow; they are like a story waiting to be read
    But sadly most won’t.
    She watches from a distance
    Never letting her self get too close
    Why would anyone take interest in this strange girl?
    She steals glances at them every now and then, and flashes them a small smile of pearls.
    Then see saw him.

    The people around her are talking but it doesn’t seem like their saying anything.
    Their lips are moving but she can’t hear them.
    As she stares, her eyes not moving from the eyes of another

    Who is this boy?
    Why does he make her heart want to burst out of her chest?
    Why does she agonize over not being able to talk to him?
    Why does he plague her once horrid dreams?
    Could it be that she has found love?
    Could it be that he loves her back?
    Maybe one day maybe one second.
    She’ll know she’ll tell him.
    That is what she’s found is maybe true love.