The Life of Me

July 31, 2014 2:50 p.m.

The moody boy looms around the room like a dark cloud

He’s so mysterious; he intrigues her

She wants to know more about him

like what his favorite food is,

does he drive with one or two hands on the steering wheel,

and what he smells like when he’s not at work

It’s almost an infatuation,

an obsession

And she can’t stop thinking about him

But he won’t open up his heart to her

So until he does,

she will wait for the boy to keep captivating her

And she hopes that she can bring the black cloud

 a clear sky