Ticking By
Ron wraps his arms around me,
Scabbers sitting by our feet.
He looks into my eyes,
Our lips nervously meet.
I lay in deep and comfortable dreams
And slip away into heart.
He leans over my numb body
And once again his lips so tart
Meet mine in total oblivion.
Our minds swirl and hands fly,
We enter into once soul
As the time keeps ticking by.
To all who read:
This is the result of my fifth period math class. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it because it took my mind away from the usual blah of class.