Skye.
The look on her face that day
At the dance.
It was the look you give
Your best friend's boyfriend on their first date.
Where you're sizing him up
Deciding if he'll treat her right.
"Be good to her," you say
With a touch of a smile so he knows you're friendly
But enough sharpness that he knows not to cross you.
And then, a flutter of melancholy washes over your face
As you figure out
That you'll have to share your friend with someone else.
But you shake it off before anyone can notice.
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Her
RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
