sitting in a classroom,
there for gsa,
i had no idea
i would fall for you that day.
we sat in the corner,
my two best friends and me,
eating lunch and hardly talking,
happy just to be.
you sat at the front;
you knew who you were,
we were squished up in the back,
shy, and still unsure.
you friend - or, as i later learned,
the girl who stole your heart,
joked about how gay she was -
we liked her from the start.
then you turned and waved at me,
a smile on your face,
you blushed and raised your eyebrows
and my heart picked up its pace.
i'm not exactly popular
i'm not a beauty queen
no one's ever liked me back,
but what did that wave mean?
my friends began to joke about it;
they shipped us, you and me
all i could do was blush bright red
and hope they couldn't see.
for i'd never been flirted with -
though it's not as if i try -
but that wave had me flustered
when you looked me in the eye.
i didn't know what it was about
i still couldn't say for sure
why would you pretend you liked me
if you really wanted her?
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
