I sit next to a girl
In my drama class
With hair darker than wood
And eyes like root beer glass
She smiles so sweetly
when she talks to us all
And her laugh is tinkly
Like a little glass marble
She looks like autumn
and is the kindest girl I know
it makes me sad
when she frowns like snow.
people make fun of her
for the way that she talks
for the bounce when she walks
or the way she tilts
it breaks my heart
to see the way she wilts
the comments don't affect her much
she is kind as they come
I wish we were better friends
I'm just glad she has some
the prettiest laugh
I have ever heard
I wish I could turn it into a word.
I would repeat it
over and over
until I complete it
and share it with her.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
I sit next to a girl
In my drama class
With hair darker than wood
And eyes like root beer glass
She smiles so sweetly
when she talks to us all
And her laugh is tinkly
Like a little glass marble
She looks like autumn
and is the kindest girl I know
it makes me sad
when she frowns like snow.
people make fun of her
for the way that she talks
for the bounce when she walks
or the way she tilts
it breaks my heart
to see the way she wilts
the comments don't affect her much
she is kind as they come
I wish we were better friends
I'm just glad she has some
the prettiest laugh
I have ever heard
I wish I could turn it into a word.
I would repeat it
over and over
until I complete it
and share it with her.
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