Your story

*okay so i was commenting on my loves live journal and then this story popped in my head i read it somewhere i don't remember where or it was something close to this i remember the guy was like this but the girl i don't remember so i made her up.. its the worst poem ive ever written of the top of my head but whatever*

who is your buddy who is your friend,
who is your lover who is to blame,
who do you know and what do you do,
when all eyes around are on you,
open your eyes and take in the glory for this is your own special story,
though no one notices the boy in the corner,
the girl didnt know him to this place he was a visiting foreigner,
he was the coffee shop type,
he lived coffee and books of poetry and bout lived in which hed constantly gripe,
a goddess in his eyes he writes his thoughts down in poetry,
he knew his feelings were real because she was the girl he'd been looking for since his first love story,
his thoughts and actions were focused around this girl,
his love he wished someday to unfurl,
to confess his love to his goddess,
for now he would revel in her beauty and finesse,
he was trieing to work up the courage to confront the girl, his heart shes stealing,
he couldn't figure the perfect way to speak is feelings,
he was a shy kid something he hated about himself,
a bad characteristic which was an enemy in itself,
he didn't know that him dreams would come true,
because the girl will someday love him to him to,
she was also the shy type who hung out at coffee shops,
she would cast glances at him and wonder her heart beats stop,
they were the perfect pair and they haven't even spoken to each other,
they will finally talk and there love will grow and develop more then any other,
thats the end of your story aren't you glad you heard it,
now go find your man and you go find your woman and do something about it you heard me split,