An ode to my history teacher

I was so enthralled in my history class earlier (being sarcastic...) today that while i was in class, i was inspired and wrote a poem about it.

She moves hastily,
her eyes engaged
She speaks of our history
with such passion to share.
You feel her excitement;
amused by her flare
But i sit here quietly,
while i write and stare.
I bite my nails
trying to wake my soul
Slowly i fall on my chair.
Slowly i die in despair.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.