Classroom love
is like
an explosion of tears and pain.
Nobody can really explain.
People start shaking inside
and it's like a complete waste of time
when your arms are trembling
and your penmanship is failing
I would fall to my knees
just to breathe a little better
and be away from all of this
where I can't keep tears from falling
Everyone saying
don't worry, we'll take care of it
it's such a lie
This
doesn't
work
that way.
When love is in a classroom
it's a heartbroken melody
of teenagers who
know who they 'love'.
But then there's the people
who really know they love someone
but that someone cannot be theirs
and an array of shivers travels through.
Icy winter strikes
and all of us are searching
for that one warm heart
to thaw it out a little more
Why must it all be so fake
with the real people in the mix
and a convoy of emotions
knocking us off our feet.
Those people
so lightheaded with hormones
that they don't know right from left
and their mouth from their hand.
Make
this
skipping
song...
Stop.
Just let these emotions go away.
Let classroom love die today.
But it won't.
Strong beating rhythm.
Long living pain. How strange.