6th grade

the boy from chile

I remember the day I walked through that door and I saw you,
I then started to plot to make you mine.
I teased, flirted and gave one too many hints,
Then I made you mine.
That accent, those green-brown eyes, that shaggy brown hair,
Then I realized we were going nowhere.
I said I loved you, but I hadn't heard anything in return,
I thought it was because of me,
I still remember how that burned.
The last day of school came and I remembered it well,
You weren't there for me to hold,
So off Into a pit of darkness I fell.