Dreaming In Class

Love, a four letter word created to trap men in a day dream.

My love for her ragged like a rapid untamed stream.

Her smile sweeter then the sweetest Neapolitan ice cream  

The way her hair falls so perfectly reminds me of a queen.

 

Everything about her so crisp and clean turned me to a feen.

Our wedding would be bigger then the ones on magazines.

I need her like how an office woman needs caffeine.

Im ready for you and me to live on for eternity.

 

You stole my heart with rosey cheeks, burglary.

Id repair my errors to be with thee.

She'd smile and wave but not to me, then I realized 

I will continue to be unseen.

Thats when I woke in a desk and realized it was all a day dream.

                                                                           E.G…

This poem is about: 
Me

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