from the walls of the classroom <br />is where i hide my feelings <br />from the chairs of the school <br />is where i am dreaming <br /> <br />this classmate of mine <br />who became my crushmate in time <br />how i adore him <br />in times i am with him <br /> <br />the song of my spirit <br />i hope he can hear it <br />the thoughts of my mind <br />i hope he can find it <br /> <br />to confess this feeling <br />is a danger <br />but through this poem <br />it is a succor<br /><br />Cez Quijada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/classmate-crushmate/
