A notha PoEm

Heres a poem for you all..but mostly its to that guy i was totally in love with..
ready?
Here it is..


In Love What I've Become

Wow, yesterday he smiled at me!
That's never happened before.
Or maybe he was laughing at the sweatshirt that I wore.
I can't believe I change my clothes,
a hundred times a day,
And when I think I've found whats right...I run the other way.
Who is this total weirdo person I've become?
Each day I always ask myself why I've grown so dumb.
I think up all those witty things that I intend to say,
Then when he comes up next to me,
I blush then walk away!
That seems to be the easy part,
This zombie who can't speak.
I fall apart when he comes near,
and my knees get weak!
Why can't I just go up to him,
and tell him how I feel?
Instead I simply tell my friends..its bizarre and so unreal!
I've made a list of all the things that won't work when he's around,
Cant breathe, can't talk, can't walk..and what's with the goofy sounds?
Now I'm bumping into things; I stutter when I speak.
I put on way too much perfume,
MAN I must reek!
My smile is no longer good enough, I really hate my hair.
My eyes, my ears, my nose all wrong, my shape is like a pear.
My clothes completely out of style, my make-up really drab.
My laughter all but disappeared, my shoes..they need rehab!
My heart is but an empty shell and aches throughout the night.
My stomach churns, my heart deflates, my pulse rate isn't right.
My teachers...they don't understand-once sweet now GRINCH instead!
My grandparents just gave up on me. My dogs do not get fed.
It's all becaus eof this one boy that my life is such a mess,
A boy I cannot hold or touch..or kiss nor caress!
I know that I should tell him, and let him understand,
My love for him is very real but his intrest seems so bland.
I know I can't go on this way
I'm not even on "The List"
My fate has bestowed upon me a plot with such a twist.
How come he does'nt see the sorry state I'm in,
and want to make it up to me and see my suffering end?
Just how long can he ignore the way my heart does yearn?
Or maybe fate has chosen him for me to live and learn.
There must be many lessons here on which I have to work,
And then one day I might understand, why he is such a JERK.


:) hope you all liked the poem!!!

love all yall


Hailey:)