What seems like yesterday
has turned into years
There are days where I can still remember the clicks of your fingers touching the letters on your keyboard
Your eyes glancing up to me to see if I was staring again
In your room it was just us
The slams of lockers and chatter seemed miles away
Even when on occasions students will come in
it still felt like just us
I remember your eyes
Blue like the color of my backpack
I remember your hands
the roughness of them when they touched mine
I always thought you never moisturized
You should.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
What seems like yesterday
has turned into years
There are days where I can still remember the clicks of your fingers touching the letters on your keyboard
Your eyes glancing up to me to see if I was staring again
In your room it was just us
The slams of lockers and chatter seemed miles away
Even when on occasions students will come in
it still felt like just us
I remember your eyes
Blue like the color of my backpack
I remember your hands
the roughness of them when they touched mine
I always thought you never moisturized
You should.
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