She

Sometimes i look at her

And just think

Goddamn shes perfect

The way her short brown hair falls over her eyes

And her sheepish, playful smile

Her voice

Oh my lord her voice 

She sounds so wonderful

Not just singing

But speaking

I hang off her every word

And she looks at me like i matter

Like i mean something to her

Like i will always mean something to her 

I see her

In crinkled jeans

And a baggy sweat shirt

And i think

Goddamn she's beautiful

I see her smile

And the way she walks

And the way she cares

and i think

Goddamn she's wonderful

If only for a moment

Just a moment

She would look at me and think the same thing 

Reviews

[NoireWriter]

Oh I love the way you build up this poem and leave the reader feeling at the end. You really feel the writers emotions

[Duckey]

Thank you very much :) I am glad you enjoyed it!

[therisa]

Oh Emily, until your last line of verse, I was hoping for, a happy ending for you and her. Almost afraid to ask, have you told her, about your feeling towards her? I know, it's hard, due to the fear of rejected by her, but your heart deserves an answer. And yes, I do envy you, for myself, am petrified to approach someone special, given my history of abusive relationships, starting as a child. Wish you luck, however, you decide to take this relationship, to the next level. :)

[Duckey]

I haven't told her, but i don't think i will either. I would not want to sabotage our friendship you see. But thank you for your kind words :)

[therisa]

I understand, your position, Emily. And your welcome.