The Perfect Love Story

As I sit here,

In the almost silence,

He looks my way...

And my heat does cartwheels.

He turns

And whispers

A conversation with his friend.

I can't make out

What they're saying,

But it must be

Something amusing.

He laughs

And smiles a big white smile,

His dirty blonde hair

Just barely brushing

The top of his

Foggy blue eyes.

Goosebumps

Go up and down my arms,

As he looks at the clock

And I catch

A mere glimpse of his face.

 

Time passes,

The clock ticks away.

I feel his eyes on me,

And as I look up,

He quickly looks away.

Now I feel scared.

What if,

Like every other time,

Like every other guy,

I'm making him

Something he's not?

I'm overanalyzing everything,

Like every girl does.

 

He puts his head down

And I look at him,

Just once more...

But I can't stop looking.

He doesn't seem

Like every other guy.

This doesn't feel

Like every other time.

There's something different...

Or is it just me?

Author's Note

this was actually a poem combined with another one, but i seperated them...this one was taken from the middle of the poem "silence...almost"

Reviews

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i like it, but i would like to know how it ends...but suspicion is good!

~may