Ze Mole
Disclaimer - I don't own The Mole.
Author's Notes - This poem DOES NOT RHYME! *gasp* oh bloody no! Oh, and my fankid Karen wrote it...so...yah...this is from her point of veiw...and mine too!
Ze Mole
When I look at you,
From across the hall,
And you look at me,
And our eyes connect,
It's like magic.
I feel weak inside,
Like a million butterflies,
Have just flown inside my stomach,
Started flapping away,
Causing a whirl-wind.
A small smile crosses your face,
And your eyes seem to brighten,
You wink at me, and mouth at me,
To meet you later, during lunch,
And you smile once again.
Then suddenly,
Just as quickly,
As it happened,
You turn your back,
And I'm staring at a locker.
I shake my head,
Tell myself that it was a dream,
That you never really looked at me,
With those chocolate brown eyes,
And told me to meet you later.
I tell myself that,
You don't want to meet me later,
You don't care about me,
With all your heart and soul,
Like I care about you.
I shake my head one last time,
Close my locker lightly,
Look over at your locker again,
Tears welling up in my eyes,
And I walk away.
But as I walk by you in the hall,
You put your hand out and stop me,
Then you pull me close to you,
Lace your fingers with mine,
And I fall in love with you all over again.
Several people stare at us,
Unsure of what to think,
As you hold me close to you,
Your uruly brown hair tickling my nose,
And your words drifting into my heart.
We walk down the long halls,
Towards our first class,
But suddenly the walk is too short,
And as you press your lips to mine,
I know why I fell in love with you, Ze Mole.
Author's Notes again - Agh, it sucked. I hated it. Flame me all you want, but that's my perdyful poem. I may just write a whole story in poetry form....hmmm....sounds fun....anyways, Read & Reveiw!