March 1, 2010

Number 7.

An old peice, but a good one nonetheless.

Why do I feel,
So nervous around you,
When we both know,
We can only be friends?

Why does my heart stop,
And my breathing catch,
When I hear,
Your sweet voice?

Why do I feel,
Like you belong with me,
When you really belong,
With her?

Why do I hold on,
To every word you say,
Like you are an angel,
Speaking those words?

Why does my stomach turn,
And my head spin,
When you give me,
A friendly hug?

Why do you love her,
When you can see,
So obviously,
That I love you,
So much...

As always,
Jules, the High School Nomad.

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