Halls

Halls

A Poem by Thief Lord Alex
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Just something from school

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I see him every morning
Where the hallway ends
 
We pass each other everyday
And I enjoy the looks he sends
 
You can almost fell the tension
In the looks we give each other
 
I wonder what dear Nikki would say
If she knew I was staring at her brother
 
When we see each other in the halls
We stare each other down
 
As weird as it feels to say
He’s one of the finest boys in town
 
He’s tall and cute
And a total geek
 
And yet I still
Long to hear him speak
 
I miss him
From the years gone past
 
But looking at him now
I like how the dice were cast
 
Looking to the past
I wonder if he remembers me
 
But looking at him now
I think of how we could be
 
If he’ll be my date
Then the dance will be great.

© 2008 Thief Lord Alex


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Author's Note

Thief Lord Alex
It doesn't flow as well as I would like but still...

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nothing wrong with being hopeful Bu why not make the first move He might be shy

Posted 15 Years Ago


It's a sweet poem and a true one as well. I've had the same thing happen, but it wasn't with a friends brother. It was back in 6th grade. He was a real sweerheart but I never really got to know him well. I'm almost positive he doesn't remember me. All the girls were on him for being related to a famous writer. Such a shame wondering how life would be if things happened. I always have a "What If" question stuck in the back of my mind. Cute poem anyway!
-Twilight

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on September 12, 2008
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Thief Lord Alex
Thief Lord Alex

Woodbridge, VA



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