Black Gel Pen

When can we meet up?
Finally can hear you say "what's up!"
And starting to elastic me with your rubber band,
You will never put your hand down.
And I'm trying to pretend,
But the pain never ends.
Ran into each other,
Everyday in the hall way,
Starting to smile together,
Then turned to separate ways,
The days going to your class,
To borrow that stupid broom,
Just to clean my dirty class,
Then return it to you soon.
But now we cant even see the faces,
Cause we both lived in two different places,
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,
Cause its late and your mama don't know.
Afraid to get busted, that is what you've never wanted.
After that 49:29 conversation ends.
I grabbed a paper and write down this poem with a black gel pen.