he watched as a strand of her hair fell into her face

observed the color of her eyes

swirls of dark blue and something darker than black

gazing out of the corner of his eye

as she wrote the poem

(as flowers bloom wherever your pen touches the paper, i wither internally)

she found him quite intriguing

of his charisma and quirk

and the thousand colors that lived in his head

that he spilled out into ideas on his paper

creating masterpieces

yet there was something behind his facade

something she couldn't quite reach

they talked in whispers in the library

passing notes when what they had to say was too long

brainstorming and writing poem drafts

their hushed voices mixing

with the rhythm of the quietness, not silence

for quiet is soft and silence is loud

when it was over regret pulled at both their heartstrings

together they walked quietly out the library door

away from the table where they sat near the window

the window with swirls of ivy

twirling around the wood frame and rope net

blooming into orange flowers

with star shaped leaves for petals

to meet the October sky

like the walls of the school

the ivy hid the secrets that lay in each room

for they hid their hearts and who they were

with ivylined facades

so beauty could be seen on the outside

while they tried to discover who they were

though neither knew

for they were too scared of what they'd find