The school love

 When I look at him,

he smiles,

tries to hide it,

but fails,

we talk

about sports,

But others flock

around us,

try to tie the binds,

of us.

Him and I,

to be together.

We fit like a puzzle.

We match like socks.

We feel the same way,

and talk when we want.

But its the small

border,

that separates us,

sometimes,

I want him back.

For us, to be together.

Like they say.

I ignore him sometimes,

When I'm down.

But he pick's me right back up,

And i feel,

That feeling.

The Feeling

Of being.

Loved

The End

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