BOY
Walking
I saw you
I began to stare for a while
In your book, black hair
Sitting in your favorite spot
My heart skips a beat
Nervousness hidden in a smile
Sweating, hands are shivering
I am unable to speak
But I wonder, what you're reading
I wonder what page you're now
I took a deep breath
We finally said Hi
I don't mean to stay distant
I am unable to move
I fear you'll see through me
I might melt in this space
When I hear your voice
GIRL
Reading
I saw you
I began to stare for a while
In your black shirt, black jeans
Walking through the door
My heart skips a beat
Face hidden behind a book
Redness, enveloping my cheeks
I am unable to speak
But I wonder, what face you're making
I wonder how's your day been
I took a deep breath
We finally said Hi
I don't mean to stay hidden
I am unable to look
I fear you'll see through me
I might melt in this spot
When our eyes meet
BOTH
I might not be able to say it
I might be someone, who'll not know
How our hands feel, intertwined
But I would like to try
I might not be able to say it
My eyes might say otherwise
I am someone who likes you
I wish I could be someone you like.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 7:29 AM UTC
BOY
Walking
I saw you
I began to stare for a while
In your book, black hair
Sitting in your favorite spot
My heart skips a beat
Nervousness hidden in a smile
Sweating, hands are shivering
I am unable to speak
But I wonder, what you're reading
I wonder what page you're now
I took a deep breath
We finally said Hi
I don't mean to stay distant
I am unable to move
I fear you'll see through me
I might melt in this space
When I hear your voice
GIRL
Reading
I saw you
I began to stare for a while
In your black shirt, black jeans
Walking through the door
My heart skips a beat
Face hidden behind a book
Redness, enveloping my cheeks
I am unable to speak
But I wonder, what face you're making
I wonder how's your day been
I took a deep breath
We finally said Hi
I don't mean to stay hidden
I am unable to look
I fear you'll see through me
I might melt in this spot
When our eyes meet
BOTH
I might not be able to say it
I might be someone, who'll not know
How our hands feel, intertwined
But I would like to try
I might not be able to say it
My eyes might say otherwise
I am someone who likes you
I wish I could be someone you like.
Another story in the boy's and the girl's perspective.
I wish I can sing....