#WritcoPoemPromp21


You sat with me under the shade of the trees,
Reading out the words that made no sense,
Not once did you lose faith,
Or let me be,
The slow and steady learner,
The butt of all the jokes,
Duffer! Failure! And more...
And every minute my interest in you weary away
Don't you get tired of trying to prove yourself to me?
Just let me be,
The suffering from gender I had witnessed
And your persistence makes my blood boil
But I can do with no harm
Like your heart laid with flowers
And though I smiled to your not funny jokes
The look on you face gave you away
And the cute little smile

© Whitephoenix