First ever peom; this is my poetry corner! hope you enjoy it



You sit there in a chair
I watch i wait
You turn around
I blush and smile and wave
you wave and roll your eyes
fighting always, trying to hide something
I'm here i wish to yell
I wish to tell her how i feel
But no, she is first in our year
And i am dead last
We are friends and this can we ever get past?
Also there is the looming fear
a trio, then a duet, then three solos?
My friendship cannot be wrecked by these feelings
i'll just grab my broom and fly away to the qudditch field
then keep on flying
until
i forget all about you