First Love
By john_p-w
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I was too scared,
To carve her name in the desk.
So I wrote in felt tipped pen,
Under the flap,
So "Crunchie" couldn't see.
And every time I take out a book,
I see her name.
Crunchie's strict, but I don't care.
All I care about is her.
Why does maths go on for so long?
Today has lasted longer than usual.
And I've been lost,
In some kind of mist.
I just want it to be home time.
I just want to see her again.
I've tried to imagine her face,
But I think I've used up my imagination.
I know the colour of her hair,
The shape of her face,
And the softness of her skin.
Why can't I see her clearly?
Soon!
Soon it will be time.
I watch the hand on the clock,
Jerk towards the hour.
The bell rings, desks slam shut,
But I keep mine open.
I want to see her name.
And as I leave the school grounds,
I am floating.
Two feet above the pavement.
I run,
To where she will be,
And there she is,
Kissing David Harrington.
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