This is a very old poem, I wrote in high school. But I came across it and after I stopped laughing I knew I just had to share it. I hope you get a laugh out of my teenage infatuation. :)
Could He Be
the One?
When I see
him a shiver runs up my arm
As I look at
him I forget to breath
He’s not the
one for me, I don’t like him
He is
forgetful and inconsiderate
But that is
not his fault he is a boy
He’s not the
one for me, I don’t like him
When he says
prayers I know he is sincere
He has the
power of god at his fingertips I know he believes
He’s not the
one for me, I don’t like him
He is
popular with the world
But he
stands up for his standards
He’s not the
one for me, I don’t like him
On a scale
of 1 to 10 he is…gorgeous
His eyes a
tempest on the sea
He’s not the
one for me, I don’t like him
He never
looks at me, just through me
He only
argues with me, never really talks to me
He’s not the
one for me, I don’t like him
Spiritual as
a giant, he knows all the answers
The mantle
of leadership bears well on his shoulders
He can’t be
the one for me, I don’t like him
He teases me
where it hurts most
Does that
mean he knows me best?
He can’t be
the one for me
I wonder
what it would be like to be held in those strong arms
Caressed by
those gentle hands
He’s not
supposed to be the one for me
I can’t stop
thinking about him
I think I
want him to think about me
Could he be
the one for me?
August 5, 2010
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