There he is, across the room,
Talking to the girl who rides a broom,
I sit here waiting for the bell,
To wake him from his spell,
I stare at him, he looks away,
I feel a pain that’s here to stay,
There’s the bell, we leave the room,
As I pass him my heart goes boom
My friends ask if im ok,
All I say is I feel dismay,
They say I’ll live and move on,
I don’t believe their Dead-on
If I don’t wake up one morning,
I would have been thinking of him across the room.
This poem was written/submitted by Katy.