I sit here wondering,
if i made a mistake,
by giving you that note.
i don't know what i was thinking,
but i wanted to tell you,
how much i really care.
i cant face you,
not now at least,
because I'm too afraid,
of knowing if you like me or not.
as the class ends,
and new ones start,
my heart begins to beat rapidly,
and my hands begin to quake,
until the time comes,
to when i will see you.
then i will really know,
will my heart be broken. . . again?
