Being Helga Pataki
Nice as he always is
He doesn't know I exist
He's given up long ago
Trying to reach my hidden soul
I Put the guitar away
along with the song
He can't know I am this way
Since i've loved him all along
I place it in the closet
and sigh in relief
he wont find it today
that boy who is a thief
a thief you ask
let me say
that he is a thief
but not in a bad way
He stole my heart
When I was three
though he is my other part
it may never come to be
The day goes as normal
with me in my seat
I try to be cordial
but end up swooning with "heat"
My love was extra nice
if that can be possible
it made my wall of ice
melt and become crossable
My heart fluttered in fear
And my mind began to race
Maybe he can be here
I can love him face to face
poem by redhairdream