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Hallways
Cleo Patra |
The wind whispers softly,
Life without a care.
Everythings so quiet,
Only you are there.
The school crowded hallway,
Fades until its bare.
I feel this every second,
Focused on your stare.
I tried to tell you nicely,
What you mean to me.
You told me I was silly,
We weren't meant to be.
So now I sit in study hall,
Writing poetry.
I'll probably throw it out,
So no one else will see.
But maybe I will save this,
Not to give to you,
But post it on a billboard,
Thats what I should do.
Then maybe when you see it,
You'll know my words are true,
And the hallways will turn normal,
Though they didn't have a clue.
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