My Compact

by Marissa Cabot   Mar 31, 2005


A few desks ahead,
Scribbling down notes,
I see you checking over what you've read.
Thinking of you, my mind floats

Wondering, hypothesis, probability,
Thinking up plans
To make you love me

Using a compact,
So small and discreet,
When we are together,
For me, it's a treat.

You're a few desks behind,
I can see all you do
I hope - when you look - I am who you find
For I'll always love you.

*for those of you who don't know, a compact is a mirror. just thought you should know.*

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