Poem I wrote yesterday. More crap.
Daydreams of the Innocent I know he wants to talk to me. I can see his question bouncing back and forth behind utterly confused eyes in his hollow head.
I sit and watch as he contemplates whether I am worth possible humiliation or ultimate victory.
I watch as visions of innocent nights "watching" movies at his house -his arm slowly slipping over my shoulders- float aimlessly in his pure and rational mind
Maybe he'll score a kiss or two.
Pathetic Infatuation.
I sit and watch and snicker maniacally- because I know his simple heart is about to be crushed.
Go ahead and talk to me. I dare you.
His_Devilish_Girl · Thu Jan 27, 2005 @ 08:58pm · 2 Comments |