What’s Your Name Again?
I see you in the halls.
In the class rooms.
In my head.
Everywhere.
In the class rooms.
In my head.
Everywhere.
Do you notice me?
Do you feel the way I do?
If only I had the courage to talk to you.
To tell you how I feel.
Is it more than a crush?
To me it is.
Maybe not to you.
I think about you.
Write your name all over my papers.
All over my books.
Write our initials in little hearts.
Daydreaming about when we’ll be together.
Soon, I promise myself.
That day came.
You looked over at me.
Staring with those beautiful blue eyes.
That brilliant smile.
Slowly walking over towards me.
My eyes met yours.
And with a grin, you asked…
“What’s your name again?”
