Standing, Staring after him... And all of my other poems
Okay gonna try another one. Have you noticed why all the people I write about in my poems are boys? Because I'm a girl.
Okay there you have it. This poem is dedicated to my friend Stephen. Zach or Spencer if you see this and tell anyone I'm am so gonna tear your heads off. Just giving out a warning to two of my other friends.
Okay gonna try another one. Have you noticed why all the people I write about in my poems are boys? Because I'm a girl.
Standing, Staring after him...
The boy you're always spying on,
The one you follow all day long,
He never knows you're there,
He never turns around and never gives a care,
At that noise of scuffling behind,
When you play you notice his face,
But then you snap out of it to keep pace,
The one you're only 'friends' with,
Yet he never notices you across the table,
The boy you stare at in Science, History, and Math,
Then you wonder what you will encounter on your path,
Down the road,
You wonder who he likes,
The one who his feelings lie with,
It's a perilous hike,
Up the mountain of faith,
Testing your dedication,
Finally you tell him,
The boy you have always loved,
When you tell him you're prepared,
Until he turns you down and says something,
You know you're snared,
Confessing you're love,
Humiliation, defeat,
You still adore that boy,
Even though...
You love him no more.
The boy you're always spying on,
The one you follow all day long,
He never knows you're there,
He never turns around and never gives a care,
At that noise of scuffling behind,
When you play you notice his face,
But then you snap out of it to keep pace,
The one you're only 'friends' with,
Yet he never notices you across the table,
The boy you stare at in Science, History, and Math,
Then you wonder what you will encounter on your path,
Down the road,
You wonder who he likes,
The one who his feelings lie with,
It's a perilous hike,
Up the mountain of faith,
Testing your dedication,
Finally you tell him,
The boy you have always loved,
When you tell him you're prepared,
Until he turns you down and says something,
You know you're snared,
Confessing you're love,
Humiliation, defeat,
You still adore that boy,
Even though...
You love him no more.
Okay there you have it. This poem is dedicated to my friend Stephen. Zach or Spencer if you see this and tell anyone I'm am so gonna tear your heads off. Just giving out a warning to two of my other friends.
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