Crumpled paper
Rolls under a desk
A girl leans down and grabs it
A boy smiles, her back to him
She opens up the note
A smile on her face
But when she reads the pencil marks,
She leans back and she laughs
The man in front, he frowns
And walks to up to the girl
She tucks the note away
And gives him one instead
The one that this lonely man
Reads says, "I'll follow you"
As the girl gets up and leaves
The smiling boy does, too
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Crumpled paper
Rolls under a desk
A girl leans down and grabs it
A boy smiles, her back to him
She opens up the note
A smile on her face
But when she reads the pencil marks,
She leans back and she laughs
The man in front, he frowns
And walks to up to the girl
She tucks the note away
And gives him one instead
The one that this lonely man
Reads says, "I'll follow you"
As the girl gets up and leaves
The smiling boy does, too
The note that she hands him is a different note, incase you were wondering. And the one that he reads has nothing to do with the fact that the boy gets up and follows her.
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