Author: Shorty


My knees buckle,
My heart aches,
I can’t speak.

Thoughts like ‘I wish they could be mine’,
And ‘I hope they notice that I wore their favorite shirt today’
keep passing through your mind.

You stay up all night thinking about them,
And thinking ‘do they like me as much as I like them? ’
‘What if they talked to me,
What would I say?’
‘What if they like someone else?’
‘I hope they notice me.’

But in the end, all this worrying and wasted time all comes down to…
‘Do they even know my name?’

Then again…
Who knows…?


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tristan higgason ( -- Wednesday, March 2 2005, 07:27 pm


good poems! im gonna present one of them in my speech class
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