Giggling like an idiot every time I see him
Brrrr, what’s this chill? Nerves
I smile back, perhaps with too much gusto
And feel his heart close to my
Overbearing perfume
Subconsciously
My fingers trace over each other under the desk
I hear a romantic piano purring inside my head
My eyes are locked onto his addictive features
Almost wanting his to look over, but when they do
I lose my nerve
look away
When I do
I stare up
Into space, without a cause to do so
Other than to imagine I’m still staring at him
I feel like a creep
But I know
And he knows somehow
that silly feeling is only the beginning
The crush that turns to
like that turns to
Love
I giggle again
wondering if he knows he’s in love yet
if he knows he’ll soon become
a giggling fool too
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Words of Whimsy
PoetryMy montage of poetry, from suckish to less suckish, this is what I do when I'm not actively being mauled by a bear.
