The silliest poem yet.

I like this boy and its just a stupid high school crush,

but every time I see him I get this little rush.

His eyes are warm and his hands worth holding.

Maybe one day he will take me bowling.

I wore his jacket one cold night now I can't get him out of my sight.

I thought I had a chance.

And it was gone in a glance.

But he doesn't want a girlfriend especially not me.

Wouldn't you agree?

So I sit back, while my hands are shaking.

And my heart still breaking.