First day of 8th grade ***-ed class,
Sitting awkwardly beside you in my seat.

Closing our math binders in sync,
The health teacher strides in.

"Take out your folders class!" a loud voice booms,
I scramble to find it.

Taking out blank paper to write notes,
The teacher launching into a fast paced lecture.

"Thistopicisveryimportantblahblahnolaughingblah--"
Losi­ng track of the words I stop and look to your sheet and copy,

To only see you have written one word--your name.
You notice me looking as I smirk at you.

I try to hold in the giggles,
Even though it isn't funny.
You reacting the same way.

I look up and catch your eye and I feel my tummy doing turns,
Why do you do this to me?

You look like your blushing but I couldn't tell as we both looked away,
Do I make you feel the same way?

We mirror movements without noticing it,
Life isn't making much sense to me.

I slump in my seat already bored of this lesson and let my hands hang loose,
I then realize how close to you I am, your warm breath blowing down my neck.

I can feel you look at me,
Me wavering under your gaze.

You do something surprising,
You slip your fingers through mine under the desk,
Hidden away from view.

I feel myself panicking my breath coming out faster,
Blushing like a cherry red tomato.

I readjust my grip reassuringly squeezing your hand in a friendly gesture.
They say your first love never lasts.

But a girl can dream.

Farmers working in the springtime paddies,
  Under the hot summer sun.
Flowers and trees surrounding the ***** streets of the village,
    A seed of life in despair.
A girl lost within the heart of the town,
      Looking for what is lost.
A long-forgotten story buried deep into the past,
                                              

      Resurfacing from the power of one girl.

Dropping down to the floor,
In the end of its galore,
It sings its last song,
Doing no right nor no wrong,
Making your heart skip a beat,
It has committed a great feat,
Calling your name,
It loses the game.

I stand with my head held high,
My eyes seeking the blue laced sky,
Makes me wonder day by day,
But I keep my words off the bay,
But now I sing through my pen,
And I hope to see you until then.