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The amateur poet Jan 2013
You call me a princess.
But this can't be true.
A princess has grace,
Along with nice shoes.
Her hair, always perfect
Her outfit, just right
She speaks with class and never with spite.

But you claimed something different.
You told me I was wrong.
You told me I was a princess
In that class I do belong.

A fair maiden is beautiful
With captivating eyes
A princess is lovely,
And you are the epitome.
So a princess you are.
I hope you to be mine.
Well I can genuinely tell you guys that I have no idea whats going on here. This conversation (more or less) went down on skype last night after some ukulele playing... gah. I'm so nervous and girly lately haha its weird for me. I really like this guy :) and cant focus on my midterm work now haha.
The amateur poet Jan 2013
A monotone voice says no school today
Followed by a hazy sleepy stumble,
Back to sleep right away
Warm sheets embrace me and
Lull back the dreams,
I get comfortable
Allowing for blankets to surround my form
Hold me close,
As no one else can...

No longer the frigged winter but on a beach far far away
The day comes to its end and the sky begins to blush
As the sun kisses her cheek, goodnight
Sand in my toes a lofty breeze in my hair
What more perfect a moment than being free in the summer air?
My subconscious ponders
My heart begins to sting
I am alone.

And so I emerge from my slumber,
For the boy of my dreams cannot be found when I'm asleep.
The amateur poet Jan 2013
I shuffled down the hallway
Trying to stay out of view
Peeking down the walkway
To catch a glimpse of you

But just as i heard you laugh
You looked over my way
I was smiling in a dreamy trance
As our eyes met that day

Your beautiful ocean hue
Made it hard to look away
But I broke the gaze and knew
Id see them once more that night when I lay.

I blushed and we both passed
He smiled and turned to leave
I looked back for one time last
To find him looking at me.
The amateur poet Jan 2013
1 Hour.
The first of many.
An hour alone with him.

Talking with me
Smiling and laughing
All of his quirks
Without anyone else stealing his gaze

I get to bask in all of him
And show him
What being with me is like

1 Hour
To show him how to fall in love
The amateur poet Jan 2013
What is this feeling in my veins?
Thawing my frostbitten heart, but not for your own gain...
After the long cold months of walking in pain
Your melting my lungs so I can breathe again

A word so short
Short and plain
So much potential
Associated with so much pain
You've awakened a part of me that I thought to be dead
Jump-started by the words you've put in my head

Can this be true?
Am I falling for you?
Only time can tell...
But I hope you'll catch me.

Love.
The fire that reawakens even the dead
The amateur poet Jan 2013
I don't know how to talk
In the few minutes that we walk
In-between classes
Together.

You talk with such grace
At a troubling pace
While my mind freezes
And draws a blank

I have so much to say
But can't find the phrase,
As I get caught in your wonderful gaze
You take away my thought
You take away my words

When you look at me,
My tongue starts to twist
As I stare back in wondering bliss
At these eyes,
Deep as the ocean
Deep as a sea,
Light up as you speak,
Speaking only to me.

Thats all I can see,
Your eyes on me.

I loose track of time,
Perhaps lost in wonder
How those blue eyes of yours
Leave me longing for more.
The amateur poet Jan 2013
This feeling he gives me
Truly it is new.
A discovery
A finding
But one that can't be proved

There is no explination
There is no proof of flaw.
But his motives can't be explained
By any natural law.

His emotions are  not testable
His feelings are unknown
To understand the thoughts this boy has about me
A challenge I must face alone
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