Desk

I don't really like this poem, but it's a true story of mine and since it's in the notebook might as well post it.

I met you through a high school desk

We were just dumb kids trying our best

Writing to you every day

Anticipating what you would say

Giving deep quotes

Drawing band logos

You'd do the same

We didn't know each other

Didn't know one day we'd be lovers

Now you're gone

If only we tried our best

After writing on that desk