math class

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by mortdesinos, Mar 26, 2007.

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  1. mortdesinos

    mortdesinos Well-Known Member

    Her calm demeanor and engaged eyes are so fine.
    As she glances my way, what enters her mind?
    In contrast with her beauty, do I grovel with gore?
    Is she like those who whisper and chuckle behind my closed door?
    Clueless, but flushed, this is a chance to set myself free.
    I must take a deep breath and throw away the key to calamity.
    I look to my right and feel my chest rise.
    "This class was confusing." I try not to hide.
    Her words are crisp like autumn leaves.
    Class is over, but I don't want her to leave.
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like that!:smile: THank you for sharing with us!

    least
     
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