at school 4th period : i don't know why i'm so attracted to him. he's just one of the millions of guys that drive me wild. eight months of my curious devotion, something that has passed and i should have moved on. right in front of me, speaking with a voice that melts over my body.
i tend to write about people that sit in front of me. the people that are close enough to touch, to smell, to notice every detail. (8th):
there's a pretty boy in front of me
in an off white dress shirt
hands perched behind holding his head
covering his ears
fingers intertwined
between locks of sugar brown
hunching over in ponder
currently spinning: spoon: fitted shirt