I saw a girl who smiled like you-
Like she knew the secret of joy.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to hug her.
I wanted to stop her in the middle of the street and say I saw Jesus in her close-lipped smile.
I wanted to see if her teeth were as big as yours,
Her laugh as loud,
Her faith as strong.
But I just kept walking,
And I just kept missing you.
Today would have been a lot more funner if the chair called on me more often. I was on point with my research and I knew what to say but I just though it was really unfair she didn’t call on me much. Like she kept on calling the same exact countries plenty of times - no son, no. You call on me too. I didn’t do my research for no reason.
And Belgium was pretty cute. Too bad I didn’t get his fb. Maybe next time, hopefully.