The Story of one girl

I have to just look for him,

look for him in the morning,

after and before classes,

when I walk alone in the hallway,

when I pass close to his classes,

I have to look up and look for him.

No matter what, I just can't stop.

I could just stare at him for hours,

if it weren't rude,

or if it weren't obious to see,

the feelings I hold for him.

At lunch,

when nobody is watching,

I watch his dark eyes sparkle,

his bright smile shine,

his hair wave as the A/C,

hits him.

I try to not make it obious,

to not let anybody know,

about this secret,

the secret which I hold very close to my heart.

By: Elizabeth Sand0val

I just made this up too :-)