Operation: 4th hour
By dramaqueen88
When I ask for a pass, to get out of class, I hope I won't look like an ass, as I stare at you through the glass. I walk down the stair, fixing my hair, with the utmost of care. To see you is only fair. I must confess, for you I wore this dress, so you won't think any less, or that I'm a mess. I love you, you see, and do you notice me, to have you I would pay a fee, with the utmost of glee. I am in the hall. I hope I don't fall, and you won't recall, the humor of it all. I cannot find you. My love is so true. I want you to love me too, and then I am through. I am going back. It is you that I lack. I am way off track. At my heart it does hack. Oh glorious day! It is you in my way. So much I long to say, but my mouth speaks nay. I am satisfied with my quest. Surely I jest? It was one of the best. I turned and ran it the rest. Mission: Accomplishedokay, my first attempt at rhyme in a while. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 12:03 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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