Dear Boy,

Do you remember me?

I was the girl that sat next to you on our evening bus home

Of course, I also sat there in the mornings

Maybe you don't remember,

You were always fast asleep

And I was always wide awake

.

I was the girl that you took to the old, twisted tree

Past the borders of the schoolyard

Near the edge of our imagination

Maybe you don't remember,

Your heart was as crowded as our school bus

And mine was an empty space.

From,

a girl

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A/N: Dear Reader,

I really hope you'll spare a moment to vote.

And spread some love for these words I wrote

I swear, the poems in the book are so much better

For this one truly belongs in a.....moat?

(But really, I've entered this set in the YourStoryIndia contest and I would so appreciate it if you voted, especially on this first chapter! ^_^)

From,

a lonely writer.

by BubblegumAndInsomnia

(Disclaimer: Art used in cover does not belong to me; it's from the top bun series- E.Mayville)