Icaruslayer


With every school bell,
My head frets,
Looking unconsciously, you could tell,
For a well-hidden secret,
To be honest, breaks don't really matter,
Because even during classes,
I look like the Mad-Hatter,
Adjusting my glasses,
Trying to sneak a glance,
At my one true love,
As if it's my only chance,
Like separated turtledoves,
Because I have put in my all,
Gave everything I had,
And now she's even nice and tall,
But times are now bad,
Because we'll have to separate,
Painfully, if not for her then for me,
As I graduate,
And move to a different city,
I know I'll have to give up,
I hope someone takes care of her like me,
Day after day, non-stop,
The seed i turned into a tree.

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