Class Poem
                                                                                                       

                                                                                                            I have a square sticker on my laptop
                                                                                                              When I look around me, all I see is shapes
                                                                                                                We can’t live without the air
                                                                                                                  Blow blow the atrium wind
                                                                                                                    All the small insects live underground
                                                                                                                      All the rooms are waiting for the twilight moon
                                                                                                                        The light felt heavy
                                                                                                                          My heart felt big
                                                                                                                           But my body left in the dark room
                                                                                                                          My tear is in the corner of my eye
                                                                                                                        The water trickled down my cheek
                                                                                                                      And I let my long legs walk out of your life
                                                                                                                    I’m running to my dreams
                                                                                                                  Tripping over stones
                                                                                                                I will hand it to you one day
                                                                                                              Let’s draw circles before leaving
                                                                                                            Then I’ll let you leave my mind