Maybe as a friend, things aren't bad.
You keep me every day from feeling sad.
But I'm selfish, and I crave more.
I don't quite know what even for.
I know I have feelings for you.
Ones that aren't so few.
They cluster up, around my brain.
Maybe make me act a little insane.
But I really, really have feelings for you.
And I wish I knew if you had them too.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoesiaI'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.
