When Will She Tell Me? 5/19/2015, Deon Mumple
When will she tell me if I am the one,
Making her heart flutter passionately?
Am I in school again? That was no fun.
None of the pretty girls I liked ever liked me.
Notes passed between desks confessed my feelings,
They used to giggle or sigh with disgust,
I was so shy, stupid, awkward and moody,
Ignorant, young, wishful, if they would just…
Now the confidence I have doesn’t shake,
I know so much more than I did back then,
They used to call a man like me a “rake.”
Still I doubt. Will her ardor awaken?
Ever just have all those adolescent school feelings creep up and smack you? I have that sometimes. I kind of like it, but at the same time I have the maturity to know nothing will come of them, except I do care deeply for people and without expectation. Still, I love whom I love, and I do hope, with maturity, that they love me back.