After history,
I noticed you
Following me.
I didn't mind,
Although my heart raced
And my knees ached.
My next class was art,
Which I was certain you didn't have.
Yet you followed me,
As if we were connected by string
And wiring.
YOU ARE READING
My Edward & I
Poetry"A story that starts with two hearts, That collide, And then fall apart. "
