Font Color=purplejust The Begining...(More) Poem by Ju5t m3 Kay

She goes home... later than expected...
sneaking in the house, after a nice long talk.
Never knowing that someone could be so interesting till now...
Entering her room, she sits on her bed, and thinks of the nicest guy she'd ever met.
The guy who pushed her on the swing, and talked about himself very little..
asking her what all did she think of herself...
' Nothing, ' she'd said.
He had gotten quiet after that..
Then asked,
'nothing at all? '
she said 'No.'...
'Well, why not? '
she laughed a little and asked,
'you usually ask tricky questions? '
He aslo laughed a bit asking,
'How's it a trick question? '
'Well, what do you think of yourself? '
He didn't think any of himself either...
she let his silence asnwer the question and nodded...
saying, ' I'm misunderstood, ' shrugged and said,
'that's me...'
'Why? '
sighing she answered, ' No one wants to understand me, '
He patted her on her shoulder saying,
' I think you're worth getting to know, '
She looked up at him and smiled, feeling secure when he smiled back,
then empty again when he removed his hand.
She lay back in her bed hoping to dream of him.
This being the first time in years she'd felt a smile on her face...
a smile so sincere anyways.
She wrapped her arms around herself thinking of the goodnight hug she wished he'd of given her.
And for the first time ever, she fell asleep with a hopeful smile.