Never talking she was
Again I tapped on the x of the site and deleted my poem fully.
Well, I still want to introduce her, even though she knews more about me, then I know about her.
I just heared her from the side while she always saw me.
In the year of starting Highschool, I decided to sit next to someone quieter.
There, you were left.
Dunkle brown hair and brown eyes, just minding your own Business.
You always looked across the room with a serious face.
At every of us.
But when I ecountered you alone, you pushed your chair towards the door.
Ah, now I understood.
You noticed I have not brought my book and pushed it to my side.
Ah, you noticed.
Suddenly you smiled bright long enough I stared at you, that I didn't know the Wind of the open window blew my paper away.
You were like the blueberry medicine a spoon my mommy always has given me and said: ,,It's okay, Drink water", and I felt each day much better.
You gave me space and didn't flinched out of uncomfort.
People were talking about you much.
I wouldn't really like to list since I did too.
But when I made jokes, which were silly, you just shaked your head while laughing and went along.
,,Are you friends with-?"
,,I try to be friends with everyone"
,,so you are good with-?"
,,I hope so", but your words didn't seem to speak truth.
You thought to long, and said the words way to slowly, interrupted me which you never did.
And even you've got rude sometimes.
Which you have never.
There are so many Facettes of you
Why?
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Adna Demiri
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