Ja’Von Town

I sit and stare, at the dorms’ ugly wooden chair,

While pondering on thoughts that I wouldn’t dare,

That play in the outside world.

My thoughts and heart ache for the attention of this particular girl.

We yell; we dance; we laugh, until our eyes grow old.

I’m eager to warm her heart, which was once bitter cold.

But, this will never come true,

Because I sit and write these events in my small dormitory room.

Its surrounding walls symbolize my fear,

To manifest the story, that our children would love to hear.