Here he comes. Look at those eyes. The way he walks. Is he not everything you've ever wanted?
up to you, flashes you a smile, and starts ranting about nothing
in particular. You look on.
You can't sayanything. You're captured by his stare, incapable to
look anywhere but the center of
his face.Every once in a while, you nod, just so he knows you're
listening, even when you're not .
You study the intricate kaleidoscope of colors in his eyes; green
with flecks of everything else in the
visiblecolor spectrum. You then widen your stare to his full
face, memorizing it, hoping it will be in
your dreams that night. You don't dare to look away, for even
blinking would miss part of your
time spent with the boy you are hopelessly infatuated with. Your
eyes focus on his lips,and you
can't help but wonder...He then says "bye," and leaves.
You feel totally breathless for no explainable
reason;there is no sense to it.You watch him. He walks
slowly.Then he stops and kisses his girlfriend.
And for a fraction of a second, you wish you were her. All of
these emotions take place in about 30
Now tell me it's not tough to be a teenage girl .