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I was assigned to write a ballad poem about... anything, and I chose to write it about that feeling you get. That one special feeling that just tickles your heart and makes you want to go back to it time and time again. I scored a 95/100 on it, but I figured I'd share it here.
Sitting there across the room,
Waiting for something to bloom,
You scratch your head at something I said,
It's like nostalgia's sitting on the bed.
Every time I opened my mouth,
It seemed like I was heading south,
I never knew what to do,
When I was sitting across to you.
The awkward silence that came about,
The rise of unconditional doubt,
The time we spent with each other,
Was just like any one another. [lost 5 points because this "didn't make sense", but I felt it did, comment on it please and share your views]
Every time I opened my mouth,
It seemed like I was heading south,
I never knew what to do,
When I was standing across to you.
You would lift your head,
At something I said,
You would smile gently,
And seemed to be waiting intently.
The conversations that came about,
The sense of laughter that seemed to sprout,
I always knew what to do,
When I was sitting next to you.
Our times together are just here now,
So maybe we should take that vow,
Maybe the nostalgia I've come to know,
Was there because I hadn't said hello.
Maybe the awkward silence that came about,
Or that rise of unconditional doubt,
That tension that rose between,
Was there because you were my queen.
...No use trying to get me to fix things since this wasn't done out of pleasure or anything and its already been graded so its kind of... too late to do so, you know? :( But comments are more than welcome.
Sitting there across the room,
Waiting for something to bloom,
You scratch your head at something I said,
It's like nostalgia's sitting on the bed.
Every time I opened my mouth,
It seemed like I was heading south,
I never knew what to do,
When I was sitting across to you.
The awkward silence that came about,
The rise of unconditional doubt,
The time we spent with each other,
Was just like any one another. [lost 5 points because this "didn't make sense", but I felt it did, comment on it please and share your views]
Every time I opened my mouth,
It seemed like I was heading south,
I never knew what to do,
When I was standing across to you.
You would lift your head,
At something I said,
You would smile gently,
And seemed to be waiting intently.
The conversations that came about,
The sense of laughter that seemed to sprout,
I always knew what to do,
When I was sitting next to you.
Our times together are just here now,
So maybe we should take that vow,
Maybe the nostalgia I've come to know,
Was there because I hadn't said hello.
Maybe the awkward silence that came about,
Or that rise of unconditional doubt,
That tension that rose between,
Was there because you were my queen.
...No use trying to get me to fix things since this wasn't done out of pleasure or anything and its already been graded so its kind of... too late to do so, you know? :( But comments are more than welcome.