The School Crush.

He used to peep through the panes,
Outside the class lanes he waited,
Deep in thoughts he would send me whenever,
Him and his friends would block the staircase along my path,
For the ground to swallow me up I would wish whenever they would all look at me,
So small amidst all those feelings I would feel,
So against my will,
To class I would go back whenever our paths would cross,
But to him I felt close.

And that day by the school salon,
At me he kept staring,
I would feel his eyes on my back whenever I turned,
More of a mystery it felt,
For him and friends,
We're among the bad boys told,
And definitely were the kind of company my blood boiled for,
So more of the maze I wished to unravel,
Like winning a lottery it felt when words broke loose between us,
Around and about the place smell of us,
Up and down we hailed,
My school crush was finally in my palms.

He said it felt amazing and free,
Freely I allowed curiosity suck my juices as I took a puff,
Besides me, Maryjane was his all time love and couldn't do without to,
Like sitting on the clouds the puff made it feel,
The more my air engulfed in his,
All the clubs around started registering me in one after the other,
A priority for him and me we both became,
It was perfect till that bang on our faces with pieces of glasses found their way in us.

Ruthsellah