I'd stare at her across the rows
Filling up my books of prose..
and poetry

I knew the details of her face
No hair was ever out of place
She could make me die...
with just a smile

I knew the scent of her perfume
teasing me across the room
It left me weak....
and aching for her touch

I loved her very much

So I filled my book with secret hearts
I spun in words and called my art
And never let her see a single word...
A love she never heard

And I think about her to this day
And the secret poems I threw away
I wonder if her secret heart...
found love

What if no one took the chance
To ask the Princess to the dance
Then there'd never be a secret King...
to make her sing

Maybe she just stayed alone
I guess I'll never really know
Didn't take the chance, couldn't dance
Just lived inside my..
paper poem romance

And did she smile for someone else
No longer sitting on the shelf
or did she fill up books of...
poetry

Writing in her room alone
All her little secret poems
About a king who looked..
a lot like me

But I never asked so I've never seen
How I looked in all her dreams
or even if there was a book...
for me

So I hope she smiled and found her love
I hope some Prince was brave enough
I hope she never....
threw her poems away

But to this day.. I don't know
All my poems afraid to show
In case they died cause she said "no"...
Still I'm alone
and they've been thrown away

Roosty