The Proposal

Junior school, she walked in With wrinkled uniform From the gate till the Class, I watched her We drifted to different school Yet I watched her We drifted to different cities And yet I watched

Junior school, she walked in
With wrinkled uniform
From the gate till the
Class, I watched her
We drifted to different school
Yet I watched her
We drifted to different cities
And yet I watched her
Finally lending my rose
To the girl who walked in
And the lady who walked out
With my heart.

-Writinglady

 

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