As she walks through the hallways, She thinks about Him. She wonders what it would be like if He were there with her. Would He be proud to hold her hand and kiss her? Or would he give her quick glances and be embarassed? She knows though, that He is untouchable. But she still likes to daydream about Him. His gorgeous hair. His adorable smile. His pure-as-gold heart. Then the bell, or a friend, inturrupts her daydreams about Him. Though she sees Him everywhere: in class, in the hallways, in the movies; He is never there. He isn't even close. For He is untouchable She knows Him inside and out. She knows His likes, dislikes, fears, joys, past, and present. But He is still untouchable.
I wrote this during study hall. arrow NO it is not a poem. arrow YES it is about a specific person.
CarmelAppl · Wed Sep 27, 2006 @ 09:35pm · 2 Comments |