Mysterious Prince

My mysterious Prince,he is

not royalty but to me he is,

when we met,you were 

pushed on top of my desk,

you looked backwards at me

and brushed my hair back,both

of our faces turning red,he got

 up because his friend called him,

he looked back at me,when I 

looked up he blushed and turned,

when walking home,I was thinking

about him,I don't know him but we 

dressed similar,plaid shirt with a t 

shirt,skinny jeans,and hightops with

a jacket,I had realized that I past my 

house and thought I was an idiot,he

was probably just messing with me,

I turned and there he was right in 

of me,we both blushed,everything 

changed after that one meeting.

Author's Note

I think I might write a book about this because I keep adding more stanzas.:P

Reviews

[poemgirl]

thank you I will totally write a book i was already working on,i got so excited

[Aphy!]

Very beautiful
Really described my very own "Prince"

And the idea to turn it into a book is very interesting
If you do so I'd really like to read because this poem alone is very powerful
I can't even begin to imagine it in story/book form

Well done!
Aphy