Heavy loads of books
so hard to carry
walking down the stairs
so long and boring
the teacher wanted me to get moving
so i'm going as fast as i can be
the books were just one heavy load i carry
making life so much more boring
as i was walking down the boring stairs
i didn't see you with all the books in the air
i crashed onto the floor with books all over my hair
i looked at you and lifted myself from the floor
for the first time you looked at me, you stared
i reached my hand out and offer you some care
you smiled at me with the world greatest care
her hair, her uncontrollable stare
you help me picked up the heavy loads of books
i could only stare at you, while you tried not to stare
i bend down to help you
our face was so close that i could smell her hair
you moved back a little from this close quarter stare
and quickly picked up the books and handed it to me
i had nothing to say, but say thank you with a random stare
you stood up and left me there
that was the last time i ever see you
sometimes when i miss you so deeply. i would walk there
and drop books to see if you would be there
nobody was there
today i write a poem about you being there
wondering if you might be there or here
if you will understand how i met you was something more then a stare
i want you to see you again...
that stare
that innocent moment there
those heavy loads and important care
makes me like you deeply with great care
what was her name?
why was she there?
will i ever have the chance to see that stare?
or was i crazy person to dream of a person there?
nobody seems to care
nobody seems to understand anything about her stare
people tell me there is no such girl there
so now i understood how she wasn't there
she was gone by the time i got there
the girl who i met with that innocent stare
she must knew that i was coming here
because she forget her bags and left...
