Loving Dislike
As she sits in a distance,
She spots his face
That smile,
She begins to love,
Not just like.
In a huge crowd she knows him,
The funny story is…
At times… She doesn’t like him
But all the same
She knows him.
That voice
Really mean but sometimes sweet.
Call her undecided
When it comes to him,
She clueless…
As she sits in a distance,
She watches him…
He’s times with others
And he’s moments alone.
She looks.
As he leans against the wall,
One leg up,
Doing the usual,
You know… “Vibin”
But still… she thinks… at times… she doesn’t like him.
He looks her way,
She rolls her eyes,
While turning into a new direction.
As he smiles he looks,
She still gives him that face.
As she sits from a distance,
He walks by,
She ignores him.
He pokes her,
But she shoos and moves away.
A funny feeling isn’t allowed,
Any emotion shouldn’t be shown.
So… she moves
But he still pokes,
Still looking at her… that awful smile she begins to love.
No matter how mean she gets,
He just gets mean back.
Causing her to smile and push away.
Yet he never leaves nor does he get upset,
But he just looks… Poking…
She looks at him,
Hard ,
Thinking to herself,
He’s weird.
And as she sits from a distance
She realizes
He’s going to do, what he wants to do.
She looks at him saying. “UGHH”
He smiles,
Saying, “You know, you love me”
She thought… he is weird
She smiles… because he’s a brat,
But her brat
At times she may not like him,
Yet she knows him,
In any crowd from any distance,
She spots him.
Sitting so close to him,
She watches,
Looking at him,
Wondering,
How she loves that lovely little smile.
By: Mandisa Bynum
01/09/2008
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