Rain
As we sit sipping coffee
Nearly sleeping by the fire
He does not even know what I'm writing
He just watches me work
With a curious look
But only for a second
Until he goes back to his book
He is writing too
But I have no clue
Who or what or where he is writing about
I wish I could just figure it out
If he would just glance at me one more time
Maybe I could read it in his eyes.
-troye 1/13/15
Daydreaming
Little does he know I'm writing about him
His eyes always look towards me when I glance at him
He might know I like him
He might not know I like him
He might not even care at all
Little does he know, this journal is for him
Maybe I will give it to him
Scratch that. I won't
He won't get it.
He will take it as a joke
All the hard work I'm putting into this book
and its basically a laughing stock
So goodbye, dear journal, I'm putting you down
I'm off to go get coffee
With that clown
-connor 1/13/15
