art class

On October 27, 2015
a poem by [eunique]

I sat in my art class, my art teacher had told us to draw something that we love.
My mind went completely blank,
and I found myself fantasizing about you sitting in front of me as I drew you.
I fantasized of your smooth skin and your green eyes.
Now I have an ‘F’ in art because I was too busy fantasizing about something I can’t have.

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