Out of my League

Bored.
Bored out of my mind.
Sitting alone,
Listening slightly to the teacher.

Slowly I look over,
The annoying jerk that was sitting next to me has suddenly turned into this beautiful girl.

She is quiet.
She seems shy.

Her face looks as delicate as that of a porcelain doll as she listens intently to the teacher’s lesson.

She always seemed nice,
But I know she is taken.
I wouldn’t ask her anyway,
She is out of my league.

This poem was written/submitted by Justin Csecs.

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