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Shylah S May 2013
First day of 8th grade ***-ed class,
Sitting awkwardly beside you in my seat.

Closing our math binders in sync,
The health teacher strides in.

"Take out your folders class!" a loud voice booms,
I scramble to find it.

Taking out blank paper to write notes,
The teacher launching into a fast paced lecture.

"Thistopicisveryimportantblahblahnolaughingblah--"
Losi­ng track of the words I stop and look to your sheet and copy,

To only see you have written one word--your name.
You notice me looking as I smirk at you.

I try to hold in the giggles,
Even though it isn't funny.
You reacting the same way.

I look up and catch your eye and I feel my tummy doing turns,
Why do you do this to me?

You look like your blushing but I couldn't tell as we both looked away,
Do I make you feel the same way?

We mirror movements without noticing it,
Life isn't making much sense to me.

I slump in my seat already bored of this lesson and let my hands hang loose,
I then realize how close to you I am, your warm breath blowing down my neck.

I can feel you look at me,
Me wavering under your gaze.

You do something surprising,
You slip your fingers through mine under the desk,
Hidden away from view.

I feel myself panicking my breath coming out faster,
Blushing like a cherry red tomato.

I readjust my grip reassuringly squeezing your hand in a friendly gesture.
They say your first love never lasts.

But a girl can dream.
Shylah S May 2013
I fell in love with your eyes.

The sparkle that I see behind them,
The irises coloured a deep chocolate
Made fresh from a cocoa tree.

The smile that goes with it,
Lighting up a million stars.

The tantalizing look they give me,
Every time they catch my gaze.

Today,
I realize.
I fell in love with your eyes.
Shylah S May 2013
Farmers working in the springtime paddies,
  Under the hot summer sun.
Flowers and trees surrounding the ***** streets of the village,
    A seed of life in despair.
A girl lost within the heart of the town,
      Looking for what is lost.
A long-forgotten story buried deep into the past,
                                              

      Resurfacing from the power of one girl.
Written for a book assignment, but still has a powerful meaning to anyone reading it. Thanks for reading!
Shylah S May 2013
They say your first love never lasts,
They don't know us.
They say our entanglement is just for fun,
They don't know us.
They say we are just a fling,
They don't know us.
They say that we will part ways after this,
They don't know us.

**I love you.
Shylah S May 2013
I love the sparkle in your eye
The bridge of your nose
The curve of your palms
The shy stride of your legs
The adorable smile of yours
The way you look at me.
I see.

I love your laugh
The way you slyly touch my shoulder
Or give an excuse to touch my hand
The way you whisper to me
The jokes that only we seem to understand
The shy looks you give me out of the corner of your eyes
I totally see.

I completely and truthfully see.
Shylah S Apr 2013
That moment where it doesn't matter anymore,
That moment where you can just let go,
Free.
That moment where it is just you,
That moment when you are all to yourself,
Alone.
That moment when it always matters,
That moment when it infected your mind,
Love.
That moment where time just casually stops,
That moment where all movement ceases,
Time.
That moment.
This one was a bit sloppy. :)
Shylah S Apr 2013
I met you at the chance,
A coincidence,
But I never believed in those.

I learned to believe in fate.

The connection between us instantly clicked,
Like a cord to a power plug,
Like a button on a blouse,
Like rain to the ground.

We talked and talked and talked and tal---
till the teacher told me to stop.

One day in my favorite class--Art,
I was listening to my music and drawing trying to ignore the feelings I was beginning to feel,
Forgetting you existed---forgetting you changed my world.
But your voice drowned my music with a simple question,
"What are you listening to?"
Figuring out a reply,
"Just some random song, its really old, like 2003---"
Stopping myself before I start blathering,
"Come'on, what song is it?" you say, with a big smile on your face.
What if he makes fun of my music? What if he hates me after I show him?
But without having to choose, I hear your voice again interrupting my thoughts
My iPod in your hand and a simple reply,
"I love this song"
I take out my left earphone and pass it too you silently,
and we sit like this, both of us dazed in the thought of---
This one is one of my longest poems, and I just had to post it.
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