Under my nose

by Amy Jo   Jun 17, 2005


I believe he's out there
Some place any where
I bet he's right under my nose
The boy next door, I suppose

Don't want to think about
Don't want to begin to pout
I pray to learn to find love
I pray to rise high above

Keep thinking I'll end up alone
Wonder if love will ever be shone
want to find and be with him now
Just can't figure out how

I see a boy that seems so strange
Across my backyard he never does change
He looks my way everyday
But neither one of us find words to say

I take the trash out every morning
His mom and mine always adoring
Thinking we should hook up
Nothing said, but "what's up?"

I walk out the door a few years down the road
My car broke down and needs to be towed
He drives by and stops for a sec.
He finally talks to me, "what the heck?"

He offers a ride and I don't resist
To take me home he does insist
we don't find much to talk about
But together I don't seem to doubt

I get out and say thanks and goodbye
He agrees and gives a loud sigh
As he backs out I can't help it
I run behind him and almost get hit

He stops and asks what's wrong
Nothing, I've just waited too long
I jump the seat and kiss his lips
Our teeth giving each other little nips

I stop myself get out and apologize
His face with shock and full of surprise
I run inside and he leaves again
I don't know where my life has been

Two weeks pass still no word
A word, his voice, nothing heard
I cry at night wishing to see
With him is all I want to be

I can't get him out of my mind
His heart I can't seem to find
I can't grasp why I want him
when out there are so many men

In my head he's calling
In my mind I'm falling
I can't seem to breath at all
I don't know what to say if I call

Our actions and too much silence
Too much pain and no violence
Depression is not what i need
Hunger for him has to feed

He's looking in at me through the door
I know inside he's wanting more
Inside beside me I start to feel
In reality, none of this is real

In my mind I can't stop thinking
In my heart I can't stop faking
Do you want me this bad?
Are you always this sad?

Call me, see me, feel me.
Know me, help me, be with me,
Got to have you, Got be with you
Don't know what to do...

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jason B

    Once Again... A great One. I wish I could write like this. Can't wait to read more.