She sat in front of me in History class. Chocolate colored hair, that hung down her back in waves. She would look back at me and smile at me, with those grape chapstick lips.

When she would turn away from me, her hair would flip and swish in my face. It smelled of strawberries.

She sat in front of me in History class. Big brown eyes, encased in feathery lashes. She made me question my reality. She made me question my very core.

She took my hand on the last day, and told me that she’d always loved me. She was too afraid to show it. My heart ached for her for so long. Dreams of what could have been. But I’ll never forget that beautiful girl.

The one that sat in front of me, in History class.


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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