My Poetry

~Eighty One~

I threw a penny in a well today,
And I surprised myself with my wish. 

I wished you'd notice me, 

and maybe we'd be something. 

Is that an admission?

What does this mean?
Does this mean my heart has fallen deep, 

while my head wonders with me. 

I couldn't like him, 
not possibly. 
I admire from a far, 
And we've spoken no more times than three. 

And yet I'm here hoping,
for him and me.