A Cashier's Crush
I can't seem to concentrate or even get my
mind right. I'm losing sleep and suffer
from a sudden loss of apetite. I'm shakin'
in the heat and sweatin' in the snow and
all the while this is happening, this girl
don't even know that she haunts me in my
dreams and I wake up in a sweat. She's like
an old recurring dream that I just can't
forget. I'm feeling like I'm ill, like I've
caught some sort of flu. I feel like I could
faint when she steps into my view. She's
out of the ordinary; nothing like I've ever
seen. It's like my heart plays the puppet
and she's tuggin' on the strings. She's
knows that she's a beauty and she's
probably sick of hearing about it. But that's
the drug that gets me lifted. Like a junkie,
can't live without it. It's like an unspoken
agreement that this girl is such a hottie.
And the talk around the cooler is that man,
she's got a body. Her hair flows for days
and her eyes could cast spells. Soft skin
like a pearl just released from its shell. Her
voice is like a song sung only by those with
halos. Plus she's got a booty similar to that
of J.Lo's. But the thing that's really crazy is
that we've never really spoken. We're still
strangers and the "ice" has never really
broken. There's this mystery about her
that not only appeals to me, it makes me
want her more because it feels so real to
me. I pray that at work she's the one that
works beside me. Then maybe I could
reveal these feelings I have that eat inside
me. But I don't wanna jump the gun or get
ahead of myself but she has brought out
all these feelings that for so long I haven't
felt. I've gained a little wisdom as to how
relationships go but I still wanna go old
school and write little notes. I'll tell her
that I like her and ask her if she feels the
same. Check yes or check no. Don't forget
to sign your name. But I gotta do
something because I'm losing to much
time. Before I know it she'll be gone and
I'll be left wondering why. I just gotta say
more than three words and things should
be cool. I just hope that I don't stutter and
end up looking like a fool. It's just when I
look her in the eyes my mind starts to flip
and all I can think to say is "uh, what's the
code for chips."
Copyright © Paul Smythe | Year Posted 2012
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