By erin (poet_grrrl@hotmail.com) Date: 14 February 1998
He stares from across the room thinking she won't notice His heart pines for someone to love someone like her He talks to her she flirts, knowing how he feels though not quite sure of her own emotions She reads into his actions knowing more than he does He thinks he's being cool but she can see his sweaty palms He gets up the nerve to ask her like she knew he would Mindgames are her specialty