Is it love or lust
These questions I ask myself on the daily
I look at the back of him all throughout class
I stare at his hair admiring its texture
I look at his slender figure
Sometimes I gotta admit,
......
I stare at his **** as he walks out the door
He has been wearing the same jeans for about a week now
He looks at his friends and seems to turn his eye
But those eyes just never see me
I guess I was wrong
But why does it matter
I have schoolwork to finish
And he is obviously not thinking about me
Sometimes I wish he would just look at me one more time
Oh dreams, dreams, sweet dreams
Of an insecure, immature, and confused 12th grader