That Classroom Poem by Bre Pantoja

In That Classroom is where we
Meet each other I just
Started my first year in high school
I was a Freashman you were a
Sophmore and you could not
Stop looking at me and you
Were always writting me notes
In That Classroom
It was the third month of school
When you came up to me
And told me that you would leave
Your girlfriend for me and
You left her and came to me
And we just got started by
That Classroom