the girl in my english class

she is so gorgeous that you can't say anything to her face. you don't look at her directly as if she were the sun. she enjoys things you find interesting, yet you have a hard time talking to her. she bumps into you, you say sorry, but she keeps walking and you're left feeling a bit disappointed. she's smart, funny, and has an edge but also looks so soft that you want to swim in her eyes and braid her hair. you yearn for her touch, but you've hardly spoken to her all year. if you do talk to her, you can't tell where her heart lies. you ask yourself how you can determine if she likes you. you never will know unless you ask, thus you perish.

you: oh my god the girl in my english class is so gorgeous i can't anything to her face, 'cause look at that face
friend: lol dude just talk to her
you: ok but that requires words coming out of my lips to form coherent sentences
friend: it's not that hard, look here she comes
you: guess i'll die
friend: then perish

by thanks! February 3, 2018