I sit
basking in the warmth of day
When I
accidentally look your way.
Then I see
your face turn crimson red,
And I can
rightly discern from the look
What could
have stimulated such a response.
But I shall
never reciprocate that emotion
Atleast not
where you’re concerned.
You make
such a show in class
About your
talent and your unique style.
But let me
tell you something,
You’re as
special as that pebble on the street
That gets
stepped on by ever pedestrian
Who happens
to pass by.
Female attention
is a great way
To pamper an
ego which need none.
But you keep
the flattery going
Thinking you’re
the man they’ll remember
Next morning
Little do
you know that they’ve
Forgotten you
even exited
Before they
retire to bed at night.
It’s pitiful
seeing you preen
And clear
your throat to say something
You’re sure
will make my head spin
And cause a commotion
of butterflies
In my
stomach.
But my heart
beats only from Him.
Sadly, ‘Him’
isn’t you.
