I look at you and wonder,
Could you ever feel the same?
Will your heart ever race when I'm sitting near?
Will your feet hook onto my chair, wishing to be closer?
Could your arms ever embrace me in the tightest hug?
But alas, I'm day dreaming again. So, I guess I'll go back to drawing and admiring you from my seat.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
