there was a boy,
sitting under an apple tree
with a calculus textbook on his lap
and headphones dangling
I suppose I fell in love
with the way he nibbled on his chapped fingers
and the way he runs his hands through his messy midnight hair,
his deep sighs as he continues to rub off his mistakes on his calculus homework,
trying to figure out whether x=1 or x= -2.
And I fell in love with the way he snaps his fingers and grins and chuckles softly when victory and justice in that calculus question was prevailed.
there was something about the way he smiled
that healed her scarred soul
there was something in him that
made the little black butterflies flutter with joy deep inside her
there was something about him
that she simply couldn't explain
something about him that she couldn't figure out, like missing puzzles
He wasn't mine, but I fell in love with him.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
there was a boy,
sitting under an apple tree
with a calculus textbook on his lap
and headphones dangling
I suppose I fell in love
with the way he nibbled on his chapped fingers
and the way he runs his hands through his messy midnight hair,
his deep sighs as he continues to rub off his mistakes on his calculus homework,
trying to figure out whether x=1 or x= -2.
And I fell in love with the way he snaps his fingers and grins and chuckles softly when victory and justice in that calculus question was prevailed.
there was something about the way he smiled
that healed her scarred soul
there was something in him that
made the little black butterflies flutter with joy deep inside her
there was something about him
that she simply couldn't explain
something about him that she couldn't figure out, like missing puzzles
He wasn't mine, but I fell in love with him.
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