My Poetry

~Seventy Five~

We've barely spoken,
And I think my friend likes you,
And I don't know you, 
But I really really want to. 

You're just so cute,
and you seem so nice. 

You're like the type o' guy that'd say: 
'I'll be yours so long as you're mine' 

I can see you saying it, 
And my heart would flare,
But I heard you're one for commitment,
And that's something I can't bear. 

So now I'll just wish,
On every dandelion and every star.....

I wish I could run to you,
And you could hug me.
I wish you'd congratulate me, 
With every accomplishment I proved worthy.

I wish we spoke,
I wish we were friends. 

But even more so,
I wish we weren't. 

I wish that I was a year older, 
And still had that class at exactly 9: 43

I wish it was me you met, 
And not that other who I can't even remember. 

And I wish my friend didn't like you,
Or at least might, 
And I wish I knew you. 

Like really knew you. 

I wish that you'd approach me, walking to that room. 
And I wish that you told me,
You think about me too. 

And I know that these are just wishes,
And they probably won't come true. 
But I can't help but blow the dandelions,
At thoughts of you.