We'Re Waiting Poem by Brittney Miller

I see you standing there we are different
but we are waiting for the same person
just different reasons you stand there by
his car waiting for a ride home
I wait for him to truly notice me
yes he may talk to me on occasion
but there are many things he does not know
the way my heart skips when he walk into the room
or how the slightest mention of his name
yes we are different, but we're still waiting for the same person