Poem 2

A mark i can't erase,ur like a mole on my face
Pretty skin nice hair
Who'd of thought i would see u there
Detention 2:35
I was kind of nervous but i swallowed my pride
I tip toed over to where u sat
And u mustarded up a very strange chat
My boyfriend he left me he straight up forgot me
When i looked in your eyes i was like oh yea she's got me
Like usher i was all caught up
Until that teacher had to rudely interrupt
She throw down my entire plan
To enter ur world as ur number 1 fan