As you sit next to me,
I try to wipe
My tensions away.
The heart aches
While it tries to
Dance inside the ribs.
The teacher becomes
Lord Voldemort -
Tries to attack me with the
Concepts of advanced calculus,
Heat engine, etc.
My mind tries to fight back,
But my heart pulls back,
Looking back at you.
I try to play
Tic Tac Toe with you,
So that in between the game,
I could unveil the mask
Of my feelings for you.
But then, my confidence
Drop like flies and
I try to regain my lost
Confidence the Next Day, again.
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