I sneak a look at him.
From under my eyelashes.
Seeing a perfect soul.
I wish I could have him,
...
I was once like you,
A mere mortal.
Unaware of the immortals,
Walking among us.
...
If I could spill my secrets,
I’d tell that one guy,
That he is the most perfect thing to walk this earth,
Because he is the only thing I think is perfect.
...
Running though the woods,
I hear the whispers of the town folks,
Still ringing in my head,
They say I am evil,
...
If you were truly unwanted
Then she wouldn’t like you so much
That it hurts.
...
You were just asking for this to happen,
With all the pressure you put upon me.
All we had was six more months of high school,
But you couldn’t wait.
...
Water snakes around my legs,
I gasps for air
Vehicles lurching down the Mississippi river like streets.
Orange rope,
...
When I see you,
all my dreams come true,
Because seeing you is all my dreams.
...
Elizabeth is a seventeen year old student who currently lives in Maine. She has been writing poetry since she was in the sixth grade when she was told to write a poem for a maine poet, who truely enjoyed her poem that he printed it off along with five another students poetry. She has a passion for writing about real life issues, feeling, and anything that comes to mind. She has been improving her writing over the years and trying to make her poems more personal.)
My Secret Crush
I sneak a look at him.
From under my eyelashes.
Seeing a perfect soul.
I wish I could have him,
As mine and not hers,
But I know I can't.
All he sees is his flaws.
All I see is his perfection.
He thinks he's ugly.
I think he's a gift.
He'll probably never know i exist,
But i know he exists.
That's why i still hold on,
To the hope,
That he might,
Someday,
Be mine.
But for now,
He'll stay as,
My secret crush