Turning the pages of my worn-out notebook,
Mind drifting, floating somewhere, suddenly shook,
Headfirst to the ground, I fell, surprised,
When scribbles from back then caught my eyes,
In small letters written "Hey I’m bored"
"Hey bored focus on the board"
A smile crept on my lips reminiscing of those times,
Yet strangely no warmth I find inside.

Stealing glances at you was my habit,
Praying not to get caught, I must admit,
How I miss those days, when on your face the sun would shine,
Admiring you from beside, hoping you’d be mine,
Turning my eyes away when you looked my way,
I knew it would end someday,
But...