~Her
Watch her from across the hall,
My history paper lies forgotten.
Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips.
Her brow furrowed in concentration,
as her pen scribbles across the paper.
Her hair falls from it's tie, a luscious mahogany curtain.
It hides her perfect face, as I hide my love.
She glances up and meets my gaze.
The smile that creeps across
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