"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton کہا as I was asleep in history class."What?" I کہا when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the گھنٹی, بیل rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell آپ the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I کہا with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I کہا with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and آپ must go to sleep on time." She کہا with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
Sitting right where آپ are
آپ have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ are nothing to me
No matter how آپ try
What do آپ care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
آپ don't know me
No matter how آپ try
Why are آپ here?
آپ know I don't want you
I told آپ to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
آپ can't mold me
No matter how آپ try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
آپ were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with آپ walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my دل asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
آپ were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with آپ walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my دل asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare