Unknown
To the boy I haven’t yet met, but surely knows he’ll meet me:
As we stand face to face for the very first time, you’ll likely think me uninterested.
I’ll smile big enough and laugh, call you kid as we wave goodbye,
But I won’t have said enough to give you the hint that my heart was beating like a New York minute.
I won’t be the loud, brash girl you expected me to be
The first two months of knowing me will be a slideshow of grins and half-funny jokes
As I think you don’t care for me.
But just wait it out.
This poem is about:
Me