ya walked into crowded classroom
n sat in middle of front row,
as your hair danced curls
softly in hallways
upon your shoulders.
ya spoke with cotton candy softness
thru your lips like apple skins.
ya turned papes of book
with delicate love taps,
as ya stared at expressive words
thru hidden fields of romantic poets.
ya were led to believe,
nothin could harm your soul
if ya bathed your heart with love.
ya closed the book,
n forgot their meanings
when ya accepted first line moves.
in back row ya didn’t see
quiet eyes smothered in same book.
now ya are far away,
n these words carry just carry a heart
explodin out from a back seat poet.

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