I will make her smile
Closing the door at half past 7, I tie my shoe and walk to the bus.
Thinkin of Starbucks, and that one girl, I wonder what will become of us.
"Last stop!" says the driver, as I look up from my book.
"Where are we?" I asked. Had I forgotten to look?
Staring at the map with confusion in hand,
I begin to traverse this unfamiliar land.
The bus route stays constant, I walk to her home.
Chilly wind ruffles my hair, I realise I dont have a comb.
I knock on the door, hoping it belongs to her.
I see her face, and now it starts to blur.
I remember some cats, and loud noises too.
I remember her friend, and something about glue.
I can recall his birthday, the clip without cash.
I remember the hill, I remember us making a dash.
I ate too much food, yet it was all in fun.
I remember her waving, chatting with someone.
I remember her threat, however idle it was.
"I can be scary!", but isn't that one of the laws?
I can see the clothing she tried on with such glee.
I saw her concern, kneeling before me.
I remember the jellies, and the blueberry slush.
I know that my comments made both of them blush.
I remember her hands, held so gently in mine.
I can still smell that smell. Oh! So divine!
She smiles at me, but her eyes say much more.
Am I just a friend, or is it me you adore?
Stopping with a sigh, our heads touch with care.
I want her to be mine, I do not want to share.
With trouble, we left, parted ways for a while.
But soon enough I know, I will again make her smile.