"I am your man."
he said today,
and i felt a rush of pain.
cause it wan't really directed at me,
you see,
it was actually directed,
at crazy ole
MRS. MUELLER. (science teacher)
I only he were saying that to me,
the statement wouldn't have been so terrible.
But, NOOOO,
he was trying to convince
Mrs. Mueller to call on him to demonstrate,
a STUPID SCIENCE PROJECT!
He's not saying no,
He's not saying yes,
actually, he's not saying anything,
but i can feel that
maybe he is starting to like me a little.
Stopping by to see me,
and walking me to class,
i feel it slowly escalating.
But it's probably,
not even really happening,
maybe i want it so much,
i believe it's happening.
It's a long lost cause,
I can never win.
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This is a good poem....a lot of capitalizing, i can imagine your voice saying all of this lol its funny. And after we came to talk to you about Mr. Y and Mrs. X (remember that's what we used to call THEM
) at lunch, we talked about at lunch last year we always used to say what would happen between them at their houses and we made it up? Ohhhh, that brought back such good memories. haha im babbling. Good poem though even though i honestly have no clue who this is about...
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haha i remember; "What shall i make bridget for dinner? Mr. lafond said. "she doesn't eat meat, sugar or any carbos. this is tough."
and, it might be good that you don't know, cause everyone i've told has been really abnoxious about it. *hint hint* to some people.
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