Memories of Him

He's always on my mind.
So, I'm not much of a poet. I know this isn't very good, but lately I've had this boy stuck in my mind. We used to be best friends and we did so many crazy things together. And I know that the last two lines don't really rhyme but it was the best I could do. I hope you all don't hate it too much. Anyway, this was to hopefully get everything out of my head and then I figured I might as well post it and see what people think.

And for anyone who read my stories and has asked me when I'm going to be posting again, I'm wicked sorry to say I'm in a huge writer's block, but I'll be posting again as soon as I can. Anyway, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it, and if you could comment and let me know of ways to improve, I'd really appreciate it.

Thank you...


Memories of Him

When I think about him,
I'm instantly flooded with memories that come to my mind.

Like the times that we sat in the back of the car,
Munching on Sour Patch Kids to pass time.

But those can't be eaten without Green Apple Jones soda,
At least that's what I've learned from this boy.

He has beautiful eyes and the most gorgeous smile,
And his company I've come to enjoy.

Without this boy's friendship,
I'd never have known of Captain Jack Sparrow, or Nutella.
And Church potluck dinners are never bore,
If you're good friends with this fellah.

He's a trampoline acrobat in skinny jeans,
With Converse always on his feet.

And his shaggy hair with that typical flick,
He's the sweetest boy you could meet.

He's a wicked good artist, a sandcastle expert,
And he always talks with his hands.

And if you're needing a hug he's the best for the job,
Because he always seems to understand.

I guess he can't help how amazing he is,
And it's not really his fault that girls love him.

I just wish I'd been able to keep myself from falling,
Since my chances with him seem so slim.

Maybe one day I'll actually get brave enough,
To change our just friends relationship.

But until then I'll settle for writing these poems,
And pining for him in secret.
Published: 10/4/2012
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