As Kayley, Blake and I left the dormitory we started straight toward building H where all English classes where held. Oddly enough all three of us had the same classes together. Once in the room we took a seat in the middle of the rows filled with chairs. All the other students started flowing in along with the teacher. After about five minutes or so Miss Caldwell, the English teacher, had started class.
"Good morning everyone, so we will begin with a follow up from last class. The poetry assignments which are due today, I hope you all did what you where told, it will affect your grade efficiently." Everyone started to pull out there papers. "Does anyone want to give us of an example of our assignment?" Miss Caldwell asked hopefully.
No one had raised there hands so out of pure boredom I rose my hand.
"Thank You Ms. Cornelia." The teacher said pleased.
I took a deep breath and started
"Out of the blue,
Every once in a while.
Right in the middle of our normal lives.
Love will give us a fairy tale.
For some reason,
It happened to me,
That fairytale came true.
But as soon as it came,
It left right out of the navy ocean blue.
Now I'm confused because it made me forget.
It made me forget you.
But that's not what I want,
I just want what made me fall in love.
I want your kind words,
Your loving smile,
You as a whole,
Not as a memory.
Stay with me,
Be with me,
The sight of you makes me remember.
You took my heart,
You're the only one that I could ever love.
So, now I stand here,
Waiting.
For you,
And your lovely return.
Only for you, for me, for love."
When I finished I looked up to find everyone awed. My face began to redden. "Ms. Cornelia That was amazing; may I ask who that was about?" Miss Caldwell asked purely interested.
"Honestly I don't even know. It's like my hands had a mind of there own." I replied truthfully.
"It's funny what lost memories can do to us isn't it?" The teacher giggled. "Well then everyone please pass down your papers." Everyone soon did and then we where soon been taught about poetry history.
After class Kayley bubbled about the poem. "Who was that about?" She asked excitedly.
"I honestly don't know."
"Oh my gosh don't tell me it was about that dream boy." Kayley fizzed on.
"You can't be serious." I said sarcastically. But then I thought about it. Maybe it could have been, but that would be weird I made that poem a week ago, and I had that dream this morning. It's just not possible. At least I don't think it is.