Long brown hair
With that little
Line of plastic
Red lips you wear
Seems subtle
In a crowd that›s static

And the books of psychology
That you hug and carry
Seems a little heavy
You sway happily
Through people’s vanity
You fly freely

And the school dress
It fits you well
A beauty less the facial paint
And those you impress
Dances through the bell
From the chapel for fools and
saints

And I reminisce
Math 111, the first meeting
We talked about ages
Erased from the class list
The times I kept waiting
You chose to skip the pages

And back to the beginning
Back to our priorities
Forget the picture that I drew
Trapped to the chains of
learning
Maybe someday there would
be
A chance to know you

– cini