Wednesday, September 2, 2009

To the girl with the mustard shoes

Who are you girl, with shoes like the sun?
Are you more of the same, just like everyone?
Or are you interesting, exciting, intriguing and fun?
As vibrant as your shoes that look like the sun?

Do we listen to the same music and read the same books?
Do you notice in class when I give you those looks?
Do you think if we talked we would get along?
Maybe connect over a favorite song?

The reason I ask, is you seem very sweet;
the kind of girl I'd like to meet.
So I hope you don't mind, or think it too forward to ask
if I could meet you for coffee after class.

(written on a scrap torn from the back of a syllabus, awaiting its writer to grow a pair and pass it on.)

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