Let it be written that every morning before school would start
Was the beginning of a search for a high school sweetheart
With wondering eyes many were looked over though few overlooked
Opened doors pulled out chairs even made offers to carry books
Rejection after rejection began to cut wounds, deep into the marrow
Garnered no looks for love every eye was focused on the sparrow
Free to have freedom, why does the caged bird still sing
Discouraged and lonely afraid of what tomorrow will bring
Close the door, push in the chair, no more offers on the books
Wondering eyes now examine, better position of view to overlook
As the search came to an end, bittersweet was left the heart
It was wrote that after every morning, over again was the start.
PHIRE
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