the musings of a wallflower

for him

"the heart wants what it wants."

for him

that boy was a real crowd pleaser

and i wrote his name everywhere,

pen on paper.

every time i saw him,

his smile and his golden brown hair

i fell even deeper.

believe me when i say

that i cried all night in despair

for he was a finder, not a keeper

and he never found me, he found the others.

and the others, they always feared

because they knew i was a believer.

this boy

with his wicked smile

and his dirty hair

played games all the while

and he did not play fair.

i still cried all night

because he could not see

that all i wanted was him

and all he needed was me.

in my fond dreams

and drunken memories

he was always the sun

and i was always the sea.

for i yearned for him

but he did not ever yearn for me.

that day, he came to me

and pointed at the sky, saying,"what a beautiful, beautiful moon."

but he was all i could see.