The beauty of this class is that I get to think of you when the professor talk to the group

She laughs, she cries,
she stands still,
even when she moves.
As calm as the river flow,
she lifts the spirits from down below.

Her laugh is pure as rain,
her heart takes away the pain.
Just talk away the night,
impossible to see the time pass by.

Now smiles, after frowns,
now run,
without leaving this place.
As raging as the waves,
pushing everything away.

Her thoughts are a destructive storm,
self deprecation's filling up her dorm.
Tired of spending time alone,
she needs someone she could call her home.