By Lindsey
Date: 7 February 1999

Confusing states of affection

Whenever I lightly brush his hand,
Or talk to him, even about schoolwork,
I get this feeling of dread, hope, passion, 
As my emotions completely take over.

He's my friend, I keep telling myself,
But he makes me feel so... special.
He has this charismatic way about him,
Although he has the brownest eyes, the most innocent look about him,
He says such big words to me, though they mostly have about four letters.
Sometimes I want to give him a flirtatious smile, and just be friends,
But other times, I want to wrap my arms around his neck and sway with him to  
    music only we can hear.

He brings out my inner-personality, 
The one who wants to blow off my classes, for a trip to the beach,
As I would never do in sanity.

How could I have fallen for him so quickly?
I can't make any move--
One of my friends likes him a lot, 
Although he's clearly not interested (in her).
Am I risking my happiness to keep that friend happy?
Isn't that what friendship means, in its purest form?

(This isn't poetry, but more of a situation that doesn't rhyme.)