7 September 2012
Red head
She sits there alone, Like she's sat on a throne. In a boring history class, As the teacher is in harass.
Twirling her hair around her finger, Makes my eyes linger. Scarlet red her hair, I can't help but stare.
It cascades to her hips, As she pouches her lips. Curly and full of volume, I can't help but stand and loom.
Concentrating hard on work, Her eyes green as she lurks. She looks up and around, I quickly look to the ground.
Didn't want to get caught staring at my crush, If she saw she would definitely blush. I'm in love that's all I can say, She makes today the best day.
Red Head • Opuss № I