Was Than an Excuse Just to Hold my Hand?

Numbr1SNSfan Poems

We escape class together, Wander those rugged halls smiling, I smile wider and say, "I'm having fun, wanna go some more?" You smile and nod and we continue walking You call me a troublemaker, rule breaker, I've never been called those words before. We hide under the staircase, Quietly, we disguise our presence So that we might stay a little longer You grab my hand, calling me pale, You press down on my palm, Was that an excuse just to hold my hand? We head back up, five minutes before we leave, We spent all of class together, getting into trouble I feel like a teen for once, not caring about the rules You get in trouble with your teacher, For lying about the bathroom, To hang around with me, I smile, my stomach dropping in knowing We can't never do this again. You smile and don't say another word.