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JOURNAL#1 he passes through the hurried halls
as sweet as he can be
scaling the sides of the walls
not knowing how I dream of thee
he glides, he sways, smiles and laughs lightly at
passersby
sure to give them a wincing glance or a spontaneous HI
he slows his fast moving pace to fall back with mine
his swiftness and his grin send a thrill chill up my spine
oh, if he only knew of my secret thoughts then maybe
he would put a stop to this painful friendship
Ah, but what is this
a small inconspicuous slip of the hand
slides a neatly wrapped small package tightly into my grip
It's so small yet it contains the thoughts of the one I love
How can this be
the one I love and have waited for
for so very long has finally come to me
Do I love him?
Yes! Yes! I Do!
Does he love me?
He will
He will very soon
For we shall one day marry
grow old and never forget our chance encounter
of passing one another in the hall.
Melissa
( written Oct 18,1983 10th grade)
about a boy two years ahead of me named Dana Farnsworth
whom I had THE BIGGEST CRUSH on. He was tender and gentle,
an artist and he never even knew I was alive. this was one of my day dreams
about him as I walked to class one day.
