Sunday, November 16, 2008

What Them Girls Like

I do know what girls like and I'm pretty sure it's Damian. Well he is the cutest guy guy in class so that would explain a lot. Oh, did I mention he has a girlfriend. And I know what you are thinking to: Girl goes to new school, Girl sees Guy, Guy dumps girlfriend, Girl gets Guy, and a happy ending.

We all know how crushes go. There not very easy and in fact they are one of my most hated things. You find a cute guy/girl and soon all you can think about is that person and all you want is him or her. The crush turns into what you think is love and you hunger and thirst for that person. Then your innards burn when you can't have that person. Soon your dreams will be filled with him/her and it'll hurt even more to wake when everything is wrong. And you just want that person to remember you, smile at you, laugh at your jokes, and most of all be with you. Then we'll wish this never happen but it always happens again.

Trust me, I've tried to keep from liking Damian but it's so very hard. When he smiles at me it's brighter than the sun to me. I even like it when he makes fun of the Miami Dolphins because it reminds me he remembers me and cares enough to say so just to bug me. I wanna be the girl that will make him say "Why did I look at anyone else?". He could slit my throat and I would apologize for bleeding on his shirt. I drown in his chocolate colored eyes when we talk I write millions of songs and poems just for him.

"My nightmare begins when i wake up
and realize you're not my boyfriend
and i wonder what can i do
just to get rid of you

You caught my eye
and i thought i'd die
figure i'd curl in a ball
and i stood proud and tall

Then you went and hugged her
told her you loved her coat with the fur
i'd give up so much to be with you
shall i give you a little clue?"


"But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And i'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day
When you wake up and find
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time

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