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Summer scents and summer heat Teenagers' laughter and water flying Dripping heads and shoeless feet Trees wear flowers and the sun is shining To him the day's grey and there's too much noise Smothered in his black shirt he's ignored by other boys Saved by the bell, he joins the row some teacher leads While a group of pupils talks, two girls argue and one reads At his usual seat he takes his usual things Acting like he's writing while he's finishing some drawings Yet his mind slips away to something near Someone's stare makes his concentration disappear Frustrated his eyes find her silent stare When the teacher turns his back, she leaves her desk in one, two, three Unbalanced he acts like he doesn't care He could just pretend like he didn't see Next to him she takes place The seat astonished by the company Her hands slowly reach his face And before he knows his vision gets blurry Still wondering what's going on, the poor boy has no clue Until she whispers- with his glasses on: Now I see the world like you. Y.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
The Classmate
Summer scents and summer heat Teenagers' laughter and water flying Dripping heads and shoeless feet Trees wear flowers and the sun is shining To him the day's grey and there's too much noise Smothered in his black shirt he's ignored by other boys Saved by the bell, he joins the row some teacher leads While a group of pupils talks, two girls argue and one reads At his usual seat he takes his usual things Acting like he's writing while he's finishing some drawings Yet his mind slips away to something near Someone's stare makes his concentration disappear Frustrated his eyes find her silent stare When the teacher turns his back, she leaves her desk in one, two, three Unbalanced he acts like he doesn't care He could just pretend like he didn't see Next to him she takes place The seat astonished by the company Her hands slowly reach his face And before he knows his vision gets blurry Still wondering what's going on, the poor boy has no clue Until she whispers- with his glasses on: Now I see the world like you. Y.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
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