You and me, here right now.
I don't know when, and I don't know how.
I've known you a while, but I never thought,
That I'd have feelings, by you I was bought.
Why right now? Why not before?
I wish this could turn into something more.
I'll admit it, I like you and I don't know why.
I'm scared to say it, but I don't want to deny.
I may have feelings, but how do you feel?
It doesn't matter anyway if your feelings aren't real.
I only wish that you liked me back.
Besides beauty and brains, it's this that I lack:
I lack the confidence to tell you to your face;
It's quite pathetic, truly a disgrace.
All I can do is wait and see.
I like you, but do you like me?
That's not one of my better poems, but I just wrote down what came to mind. This is about a guy who asked me to the semi formal, which is coming up next week. I like him a lot, and my friends are saying he likes me too, but I can't be sure unless I find out for myself, and I’m sorry to say, I'm too much of a coward to do so. I just wish there could be something more between us than just friendship.
