English class,
2016,
I sat next to you,
My uniform clean,
My hair was up,
My glasses on,
I start to write,
My pen ink gone,
"Can I borrow a pen",
I ask you nicely,
You smile and say "sure",
I wait politely,
You pull out a pen,
It works but it's chewed,
I grin and say thank you,
The pen is well used,
I gave it you back,
You laugh at me then,
You look to me and say,
"Sorry it's a chewed up pen",
I laugh at you shyly,
"Its fine that you do,
Incase you didn't notice,
I chew mine too",
Its been three years,
Since that pen was used,
You still chew your pens,
And it's still just as cute.
YOU ARE READING
poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
