Tugged by choking crosses
Yet unsuffocated
Darker than night
Darker than despair
Yet too shy to share
He sits behind and stares
At her long braided hair.
Yet unsuffocated
Darker than night
Darker than despair
Yet too shy to share
He sits behind and stares
At her long braided hair.
A friend wrote this with reference to something that happened in class. This is the first time someone wrote something about me, and it was so poignant that I just had to share it.