She is the one
You'd never suspect
The one with
Frames upon her face
She talks often
While silently observing
The one who's
Able to remember small things
She walks down the hall
Wearing her usual black converses
The one
Who knows almost everyone
Holding a finger to her lip
Smiling behind a black hood
She watches and listens
To everyone and everything
With music in her head
She walks to a beat
Her hair out of her face
In a messy ponytail
My name's
Professor Stalker...
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Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
