Flower

Jokes. Roses. Laughs. And those things you put on me.

We laugh. We mocking. We seems like it is just the way the two of us make friends.

But it is not. It is more. It is not just a feeling that suddenly floated up when the teacher's come.

NO. I just can't say exactly what it is. You just have to know that it is NOT an ordinary feeling.


Anyway, I can't do anything. You didn't give any chance for it, although you didn't say it for sure. Eyes don't tell lies. So, what should I do?


Hell yeah, I just can waiting. Please, don't make this wait become longer and longer.
'Cause a falling leaf finally be nothing if it is not picked up by someone for sticked it in the book.