Secret

Sometimes I wonder why I feel this way.
Thinking about you each and every day.
Feeling happy when you're around.
Hearing your footsteps on the ground.
Making your way to my door.
My heart races, and my spirits soar.
Being with you everyday.
All my bad thoughts shatter away.
You life my spirit, and make me smile.
Even just being with you for a little while.
If you were mine, I wouldn't have to wish that you would be.
And everyday it would be you, and me.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same way.
And if you think about me each day.
But then my spirits go down, and my happiness begins to flee.
Because there's no way that you like me.
Maybe someday you'll prove me wrong.
That day my feelings would be even more strong.
But just being with you makes me glad.
Even if you do pick on me just to watch me get mad.
But the worst part is being with you all day.
Makes it harder to watch you drive away.
And then there's only silence nobody but me.
Nobody makes me feel that way but he.
He who shall remain nameless, and who is always lingering in my trans of thought.
And I would die, if I ever got caught.
By him figuring out it is he who I'm talking about.
But him finding out is something I highly doubt.
Thats my dirty little secret.
And it's something I'll never regret.
My confession is what this poem is about.
And who this person may be? HMMMM thats for me to know, and you NOT TO FIND OUT!