Wednesday, December 11, 2013

another woolard poem again

you don't know that you change the world;
Especially in the eyes of one particular girl

Who looks up to you as an icon,
put up on high.
But you are so far above her
its like you live in the sky.

She longs to tell you how she feels,
but you are her teacher and heads could reel.

She loves with the eyes of a daughter...
with the yes that have longed to look upon a father.

She sees you as her teacher
but feels you are more.

Only she can't show you how much
for she is held by society at her core.

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