Thursday, September 27, 2007

It's just a game

you look at me with deep blue eyes
you stare at me which you can't deny
your eyes shift from me and the wall
your eyes shift to me in the hall
I stare back which I can't deny
you never say anything and I wonder why
I don't know if you like me
I don't want to ask
to tell the truth I want these stares to last
I sometimes I wait in the halls to catch your eye
for this I'm not sure about and I can't tell you why
you of course come right on cue
and me in turn start staring at you
and you look at me with deep blue eyes
the same color as the deep blue sky's

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I really enjoyed this poem! It captures the "crushes" of high school well. It has a very good sense of timing that works to convey certain feelings effectively. Just a suggestion - I think "sky's" would be spelled skies?