The Boy With The Smile
He’s not a character in my books
Someone I saw and dreamt up the rest
He’s a boy I’ve met
And I wonder and day dream, and fantasize,
That perhaps the wondering, day dreaming, and fantasizing,
Could end?
Tell me,
Does he think about these things?
Has the boy with the smile,
That makes you feel curious, like a child again
Does the boy with the smile,
Think of me?
Does the boy with the smile,
Smile when he sees me?
Like I do
Like I laugh and so enjoy being with him
My only way to get through the dull day
Hectic day
Day with no meaning
Is the boy with the smile
Thinking about me?
I can’t say for sure
Does he wonder like I do?
What it would be like to-?
Has he ever considered the following?
Does he even think that I’m a decent person?
A friend that he wants to keep?
Like I do
How I want to hold on and never let go
To the childish, playful laugh
Missing and crooked teeth
Does he even notice?
That I’m a girl who thinks of these things?
Who hopes and believes?
Does he realize?
How I feel, looking into his eyes
So happy, like the kid that he is
Joy and excitement surrounding his face
Surrounding his smile
How his laughter is contagious
Never ending,
And I wish it wouldn’t
I could spend my whole day in boring Language Arts,
If only the boy with the smile was there right next to me
If only the boy with the smile,
Could smile
For me?
If I was the cause for his smile,
Like he was mine,
There would be no pause
Just our laughter combined
…If the boy with the smile was mine.