Daydream

I rest my head in the palm of my hand,

And my elbow grinds numbly into the desk

I'm sure my eyes have glazed over by now,

As I drift over to somewhere more... picturesque

 

I'm walking along with someone else,

But, no, now I'm dancing and, no...

Now I'm riding aong in a boat on the river,

Now I am laughing, wherever I go

 

Ah, and your eyes, are such a stormy green

And your lashes so close to mine,

Your eyes are so deep, so overwhelming,

So fiery, and expressive, and kind

 

As you bend in closer, I blush and turn away;

I look back, and you disappear,

As Mrs. Longfield asks,

"Are you paying attention, Lyre?"

The End

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