This is to the fans of my last 3 poems. I'm sorry if my "write 2-3 poems, then fall off the face of the earth for a few weeks" thing is a little unorthodox, but if I made sense, we'd all be in an alternate reality. Now, here's my first "happy" poem:

Sitting in a classroom, nothing to do. Wasting my time again, nothing new.

Drowning in self pity, staring at you. Hopelessly in love. You know who.

Walking through the halls, you look my way. I stop to tell you, something I need to stay. Telling you my secret, today is the day. Hoping you won't turn me down, please don't turn me away.

Your crystal eyes sparkle, our lips chance to meet. Then, we spin and run. When is the next time we will be destined to meet?