A poem of young one-sided love.
I once liked this guy. I’ll call his name Jim.
From the first night we met all I wanted was him.
I went to a party that he was attending…
Now you read this story to find out the ending.
He came over after the party that night
And while he was holdin’ me oh so tight
I was burning up with desire.
And in his eyes I thought I saw a hint of the same fire.
I just assumed that we were “the deal”
Cause I loved the way he was making me feel.
Maybe I should have asked if he felt the same,
It might have resulted in a little less pain.
But I had a feeling that his love was good,
And I let him go further than I thought I would.
I assumed that this night was also special for him,
This guy that I loved, the Heaven-sent “Jim”.
And when we were through and we had said “Good night”
I was feelin’ deep-down inside that this was right.
I went to a friend and told her of my plans.
And then she told me of an upcoming dance.
I told her I’d be there, then my thoughts went wild.
I went to bed hoping that I’d have “Jim’s” child
And as I was dreaming I smiled to myself
Thinking how I could love him in sickness and health.
I woke up the next morning with joy in my heart
Because I assumed that something would start.
As I put on my clothes all I thought of was him
That beautiful, that wonderful, that fine perfect ‘10′
But then when I saw him (he was lookin so fine!)
He said “What’s up?” then he paid me no mind.
My friend told me softly that “That was ‘just him’”.
I hoped so cause man did I really love “Jim!”
I was really excited the day of the dance.
Because I decided that night was my chance.
I had to be ready and mentally sure
That I didn;t want to remain innocent and demure.
At around 9 I arrived at the place
And one of my friends jumped into my face,
She said that “Jim” was there lookin “fine to the bone”
Another thing she said was that he wasn’t alone.
For the rest of the night I pouted inside.
But I knew all that had been hurt was my pride.
I guess what they say ’bout assuming is true…
It made as ass outta me cause I was playing the fool.
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