My back slides down the lockers until I hit the floor. I look at the girl across the narrow hallway from me. My feet are almost touching hers. When I noticed i swiftly folded my legs in. She read the script, her voice soft and somewhat silky, matching the long light brown hair falling over her shoulders onto her chest. She continued reading, laughing as she tried to do a British accent. I smiled with her, forgetting the rest of our group was there. Lost in the beam of light floating down through the window to caress her cheek. I could see myself dating her. She is beautiful. Theres no chance I thought, yet she is talking to me, we are in a group. I blushed when I realized i had zoned out to the thought. They had said it was my turn to read. I didn’t want to try and make my tongue work, not in front of her. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the swirls in the ray of light, so gracefully lighting up her ivory skin. Maybe I like her. Its been months since I have actually liked someone. She would never though... Still I enjoyed the moment and began to read.

But roses are indeed red.
Usually because my wandering hands doubt the keenness of their thorns.
Similar to how I doubt the sharpness of my love.
Red with passion, then with pain.

Still, beautiful.

Let's crawl into bed together
and stay there 'til the world gets better.
If it all just stays the same, then
we can make love in the flames.

It's happened again
cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents

One man finds a mate
through an easy game of chase the scar,
Lazy frowning and statued emotion

Her eyes sparkled in such a kindred flame
Artificially, just as the sad boy does
rebounding desperation on both parts

He as the hermit,with a minimal compassion
She played the role for all affection
Drove her half mad, cutting lonely

A last chance to see him to the dance
pupils strayed off, eating the smoke
For a couple months, I think, maybe more

Distance was death for the loving seperation
Caring is old, the premature pleasure maker
Chakra cats and Vampire disease

Chased with blood, drunk on a rhapsody
The girl dumped the filthy ****** baggage
Humbly fornicating with a more fitting fellow

Similar in grace and taste
Aspirations and dependence on denser levels
Red to black or black and blue

With a new foundation built
Companion demolition, scheduled for certain
Love sued the suit and Brothers close at heart

It's happened again
Cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents