Halls

Just something from school

 

I see him every morning

Where the hallway ends

 

We pass each other everyday

And I enjoy the looks he sends

 

You can almost fell the tension

In the looks we give each other

 

I wonder what dear Nikki would say

If she knew I was staring at her brother

 

When we see each other in the halls

We stare each other down

 

As weird as it feels to say

He’s one of the finest boys in town

 

He’s tall and cute

And a total geek

 

And yet I still

Long to hear him speak

 

I miss him

From the years gone past

 

But looking at him now

I like how the dice were cast

 

Looking to the past

I wonder if he remembers me

 

But looking at him now

I think of how we could be

 

If he’ll be my date

Then the dance will be great.

Author's Note

It doesn't flow as well as I would like but still...

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

nothing wrong with being hopeful Bu why not make the first move He might be shy

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

It's a sweet poem and a true one as well. I've had the same thing happen, but it wasn't with a friends brother. It was back in 6th grade. He was a real sweerheart but I never really got to know him well. I'm almost positive he doesn't remember me. All the girls were on him for being related to a famous writer. Such a shame wondering how life would be if things happened. I always have a "What If" question stuck in the back of my mind. Cute poem anyway!
-Twilight