Sitting here thinking of him,
wondering if he knows i exist,
wondering if he knows i like him,
its like every time i see him,
i get nervous and i just turn away,
the first time i saw him,
i was daydreaming over him,
i just wanted to see him more everyday.
almost everyday or night I,
always listen to hear his voice,
in the streets when he is passing,
just to see him,
his laugh is so funny it sounds
like a girl, ha ha but its,
still cute.
right now I'm sitting in the gallery
waiting to see if he would pass
back... but i don't think so and its kinda late to so. . .
Another thing is what if all these things
about him is all in my mind?
and nothing is real?
but i can be completely,
wrong about all of this,
maybe he is what I,
imagined him to be,
but i will never know
know unless i get to know him,
and i hope when that happens,
everything is prefect.
