Flash Flood Lust, fall term senior year of high school, about I don't even remember his name!
Flash Flood Lust
Suddenly I like him
It's a new sensation
I recall his smile
And our delicate flirtation
It's actually rather odd
That I've taken to him
A flash flood of emotion
That fills me to the brim
Are they true feelings
Or just a girlhood lust
Soon I'll find the answers
This I must trust
Commentary:
My senior year of high school, my first period class (Government/Economics) was at Greenwood High, so there were a bunch of people in my class who I didn't know before. One of them sat near me once we switched to the Econ part of the semester. He was blond and really attractive. Do I remember his name? No. Have I spoken to him since graduation? I don't think so. Anyway, I briefly liked him, and clearly, I discovered it was just lust, and not actual feelings whatsoever. I liked a guy flirting with me and treating me as more than just the smart girl in the class. Of course, I'm pretty sure he cheated off my test at least once, but he wasn't the only one in the class to cheat off me. The teacher was the biggest pushover, and the class always had me give winning arguments for why we should curve a test or why we should watch a movie in class.
I have to laugh every time I read "this I must trust" in one of my poems, because it is so overused!!!! Geez, my writing put a lot of faith into the unknown, because I apparently had no choice but to trust something in like, every other poem.
Bright? Brock? I feel as though his name started with a Br...
Suddenly I like him
It's a new sensation
I recall his smile
And our delicate flirtation
It's actually rather odd
That I've taken to him
A flash flood of emotion
That fills me to the brim
Are they true feelings
Or just a girlhood lust
Soon I'll find the answers
This I must trust
Commentary:
My senior year of high school, my first period class (Government/Economics) was at Greenwood High, so there were a bunch of people in my class who I didn't know before. One of them sat near me once we switched to the Econ part of the semester. He was blond and really attractive. Do I remember his name? No. Have I spoken to him since graduation? I don't think so. Anyway, I briefly liked him, and clearly, I discovered it was just lust, and not actual feelings whatsoever. I liked a guy flirting with me and treating me as more than just the smart girl in the class. Of course, I'm pretty sure he cheated off my test at least once, but he wasn't the only one in the class to cheat off me. The teacher was the biggest pushover, and the class always had me give winning arguments for why we should curve a test or why we should watch a movie in class.
I have to laugh every time I read "this I must trust" in one of my poems, because it is so overused!!!! Geez, my writing put a lot of faith into the unknown, because I apparently had no choice but to trust something in like, every other poem.
Bright? Brock? I feel as though his name started with a Br...