“So, there’s this boy and he kinda has my heart”
My myspace headline reads.
‘So who’s the boy?’ they all ask.
‘Not you,’ I wish to reply,
‘Why is it you need to know?’
Everyone is asking, unless they think they know,
Then they just sit and smile in smugness,
With a false name resting on their tongues.
Everyone except the boy.
He never asks, never so much as hints.
Does he know? I think he wishes,
But doesn’t much dare to dream,
That I could be his and he could be mine.
It’s not that I don’t love him,
For nothing could be farther from the truth.
I just know neither of us is quite ready,
And I can’t bear to break his heart.
But for now, everything is safe though slow, and
Since no one knows, there are no rumors spreading ‘round
About the boy who holds my heart
The one who warms my smile.
Give it time and soon the headline may transform;
So, there’s this boy and he finally has my heart.
