Dear 4th Period

Dear 4th period,

You are so incredibly boring that I had time to write these poems. I like them… Take a looook.. There are lotsa spaces… So its long… But whatever. Don’t read it if u don’t want…: 

Drifting in and out

of my imaginery

world

I see your face, 

shining,

shimmering,

spectacular. 

I reach out a

timid hand,

let my fingers

get tangled

in the

long,

golden brown strands,

stroke the 

messy curls,

while you flash

me that

killer smile.

…And then I

wake up. 

To you,

staring at me

from across

the room,

your eyes

a glowing pool of

curiosity.

Probably wondering

why that dazed

look had crept 

onto my face,

like

I’ve

found

everything

I 

want

in

you.