Your eyes say a lot,
But your eyes give me a certain look.
Your eyes give her and him the very same look .
I see you with a lot of girls
But some how I believe that I'm still special.
I've got a hunch you make everyone else feel "special".
I don't want to believe it
But I can't help myself believe that you and I  truly may have something going on.
As I write this poem about you,
I think about the moment we first met
To the last time I saw you
Where you placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
A kiss so sweet.
Enough to make me believe that you and I are an item.
But then again I'm  frightend
By what people may perceive me to be.
As you have many admirers
One being someone I'm close to
Who has no clue
That I have such feelings for you.