Writing as an art...........
By Carly Scherr, staff writer.
Like a shadow going through a crowd,
or a faint mist through the day,
you came and go,
so slowly and smoothly.
The air you carry around you like a shield
says to me, "I could care, but I don't."
I want to confront you and become your friend.
The note I slip to you is loose in my hand.
I feel the heat in my face, hoping you don't think me a fool.
I hear my heart pick up, and feel my body go loose.
Will he accept what I have written,
or will he think me pathetic?
All these quetions in my mind spin around a dozen times,
but all I can do is wait for, and accept his reply,
and hope the one in black does write me back!