Each day I walk
the crowded halls
that are void of your sweet flaxen hair.
Each day I search
for those emerald eyes
That I'm certain must somehow be there.
But each moment that passes
as I walk to my classes
are filled with disappointment and shame,
when the teachers skim over
those six fated letters
that make up your heavenly name.
Arnold.
Tried to write a poem for something and end up writing this. I liked it too much to dispose of it!