He walks by and I give him an small smile we sit side by side I stare at him and when he looks over I quickly turn around Like nothing happened He steals my books and I through his on the ground And we laugh till one of us falls into the floor With his red hair and sweet smile I wish I could stay for awhile
I always knew I could weave magic with a pen, but I never realized that the magic could pull tears from dry eyes, or pain from numb hearts, or warmth from cold souls, or inspiration from empty minds.