The confusion,
The frustration
Never before have I waited for school,
With such an exhilarating excitement,
I laugh and call myself a fool
Never before have I wanted and waited for this,
It makes my heart beat so fast,I have to count my pulse on my inner wrist
I just hope he's waiting for me,
Just as I wait for him,
waiting to glimpse me and see
If I am the same,
Or if I have somehow changed,
and impossible been tamed
The thought of those ice blue eyes,
Sends chills like lighting through me,
And makes my heart increase in size
And so I wait for my Mathew,
Excited yet scared to see his face,
Hoping I will be able to utter, "I missed you."
It's a girly fantasy,
It's a foolish hope,
But I want him to feel the same as me
He probable views me as just a silly girl,
He probable would and will crush me to bits,
And laugh as I let my heart unferal
But I have all summer to wait,
To sit and ponder his picture and my feelings,
All these long days I hate
I have a long time before I shall know,
Of his thoughts and feelings considering me,
And so pen on paper I let my feelings out to freely flow
For now I just sit and concentrate,
On what this summer holds,
For all I have to do not is wait
NOTE: This is a Staci Lyn original and any copy of this must be authorized. I wrote this a long time ago but the situation still applies. The boy in the poem was an old crush of mine.
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