Sunday, July 09, 2006

I Wanna Tell Her

7th grade

I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called "best friend".
I stared at her long, silky hair,

and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
I knew it.

After class she
walked up to me
and asked
me for the notes she had missed the day
before and handed them
to her.
She said "thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t want to
Be just friends, I love her but
I`m just too shy,
and I don`t know
why...


11th Grade

The phone rang. on
the other end
it was her.
She was in tears,
mumbling on and on
about how her love had broke her heart.

She asked me to come over
because she didn't
want to be alone,
so I did.
As I sat
next to her on
the sofa, I stared at
her soft eyes,
wishing she was mine.

after 2 hours,
a drew barrymore movie,
& 3 bags of chips,
she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me,
said "thanks"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.


I wanna tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t wanna
be just
friends,
I love her but
I'm just too shy, and i dont know wHy


Senior Year

The day before prom she walked to my locker.
"My date is Sick" she said;
he`s not qonna go.
well I didn't have a date and in 7th grade
we made a promise
that if neither of us had dates
we would go together just as
"best friends".
So we did.


Prom night

After everything was over I was standing
at her front,door step.
I stared at her, She smiled at me

I want her to be mine,
but she, doesn't`t,think of me like that
and I know it.

then she said
"I Had the best time thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t want to
be just friends,
I love her but Im just too shy,
and I don't kNow why


Graduation Day

a day passed, then a week, then a month.
before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.

I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.

Before
everyone went home,
she came to me in
her smock and hat,
and
cried as I hugged her.
then she lifted
her
head from my shoulder and said,
"you`re my best friend, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the Cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don`t want to
be just friends,
I love her but I`m just too shy,
and I don`t know why


A Few Years Later
now I sit in the pews of the church.
that girl is getting married now.
I watched her say
"i do"
and drive off to her new life, married to another man.

I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't`t see me like that
and I knew it.

But before she drove away,
she came to me n said
"you came!" She said. "thanks!"
and kissed me on the cheek.


I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that i don't want to
be just friends,
I love her but I`m just too shy,
and i don`t know why


Years passed,
I looked down at the coffin of a girl
who used to be my "best friend".
at the service they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing
he was mine,
but he doesn't`t notice me like that,
and I know it.


i want to tell him,
i want him to know
that I don`t want to
be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don`t know why.


I wish
he would tell me he loved me...
I wish
I did too.
I thought to myself, and I cried

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