In the library
after school
She sits there
Sometimes alone
Soemtimes with others
With her little glasses
and cheeks as sweet and round
as the apples I sometimes crunch
at lunch.
She's so hard to reach, sometimes.
Sometimes, focused on her work,
she ignores us, my friends and I.
But then,
there are those days
I joke
She laughs
I smile.
I love to make her
laugh, because,
she laughs so little.
I go further
Making another joke.
There is silence,
as she adjusts her glasses
and heads back to her studies.
Comments
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I love this poem, and the way that you describe this person. I love the way they sometimes keep to themselves and sometimes break out and talk to people.
I have on suggestion:
"and cheeks as sweet and round" is a tiny tiny bit cliched. I think if you change that, it might be better. I love the line right after that one though and how you dont say her cheeks are red, but it is implied. That line is only a really, really tiny bit cliched, not much.
Really good poem. I love this. Your friend sounds like a great person, just as you are a good writer.
-Colin -
Ok yeah I'm biased, but I really like the ending.
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