He sits in a geography lesson, staring at her,
Yet little does she know of his feelings for the one
While on to his jotter,
A river of tears runs.
Oh! While she is plentiful in all that is good,
He is but a barren land.
She sits there, writing in her elegant script,
Oh! How he longs to hold that hand.
But surely she thinks nothing of him,
such a hideous beast.
Why, of all things that walk the earth,
he is the very least.
But little does he know,
of what goes on inside her head.
For she wistfully dreams of him
While she lies in her bed
But he is unaware of this,
As he scribbles in his book;
And then glances up hopelessly,
For one last look
Author notes
Another 10-minute wonder
Written November 18th, 2005
A contest entry
- contest seem to be the same by Entwining Beauty.
300 points, ended May 15, 2006, 39 entries
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