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I was 15 years old when a boy told said he liked me to my face for the first time. It was the day of the homecoming festival. Music blasting in the background and everybody dancing. It didn't fully register to me until I got home.
When he took over my thoughts He did more than just manifest In my brain He became the heartbeat that kept me alive
To the girl who had broken my heart,
Hey whose that fella over there? When the light hits him just right. God I swear I can´t breathe He knows this But proceeds to do nothing with the facts Makes me mad Makes me sad
Knew he wasn't the one first time I saw him Wonder what he thought when he first saw me But if he's a jerk then I can be a beach Burnin him for revenge, then I can move on Keeping him forever
Once upon a time, I believe it was a Thursday when you held the door For me, I had walked into school, with you coming in after me Flash forward and we'll be roaming these school halls together
Do you ever have that moment where you just need to think? It’s not about anything specific, but you just need to let the weird stream of consciousness you have flow out of you. I do. That’s what’s happening right now. Just letting my mind flow.
Here we go again Same old routine why can't you see I've liked you from the very first day from that very first week And you've got a case of amnesia But I must object
Why do I like him? Why does my heart race at the thought of him? Why am I nervous when he is near? Why do I get clammy when he starts talking? Why do I like him? Is it because of his short dark hair?