Poems Collection

How many times do I see her face.
I wonder off in my thoughts.
Lost in time and space.
I always see her gorgeous as she walks.
But she skims right past.
No hi or hey.
Does she even know my name.
If she ever broke a word for me I think ide go insane.
Ide tell her what I feel down to the heart.
But the only problem is I don’t know where to start.
Would she take my hand and pull me close.
Or would she scream and call me gross.
So sad if only a miracle from above.
But only if only she knew she could be my one true love.

This poem was written/submitted by michael cruse age 19.