Denise
A small frail girl
Troubled with asthma
Sat next to me
...
Pulling at my heartstrings
Pulling at my heartstrings
Please
...
I had just met her,
Just been exaggerating
Since way before my teens
So, She
Sat next to the window
Intently observing
The Bees
That were drawn to her eyes
That looked just like honey
To me
A brown like yellow the sun lit up;
Pleasing to see
...
Struggling to breathe
Hand on her throat
Ground kissing her knees
The swarm encircles
The Enchanting Queen
Each hoping to be her knight
When she wakes from her dream
The nurse's office floods
With an army of teens
The girls that love attention
And the boys with 'needs'
And I
...
Had a date with math
A stranger is a stranger
And I'm not one to act
Then down goes the sun
She didn't return to class
The next day, the day after
And the day after that
Morning of the fourth
She enters clandestinely
Absent minded
She
Pops up behind me
Poke poke poke
Where were you?
Minding my own business
Like I always do
Odd man out
Glares all around
A certain girl overtaken
Even covered her mouth
I laugh
I laugh
The situation goes south
How can something so small
Be the talk of the town
But society is petty
So little things weigh heavy
On those of us
Who've found something
That matters already
That don't dance to the tunes
Of popularity's song
Even if Denise was
The one who wrote it all along
