Your beauty —
Overwhelming.
Your eyes —
Two pools of heaven.
And your face —
Indescribable.
I can't believe that I —“
Me. Plain. Normal. Boring.
Gets to look at that perfect, gleaming face all day.
Every day.
And I'm jealous.
That you could be sooo handsome.
And I could be so...ordinary.
And every day,
When I sit down at my locker with you over me,
I look at your legs:
You're beautiful legs.
And I look up at your face:
Your beautiful face.
And I look at myself.
And think,
How lucky I am to have a friend like you.
With my chubby legs,
And my boring body,
I just feel...out.
But you:
You. You are special.
A certain type of special.
A very special special.
(Editorial commentary: I like the way this poem looks on the page, the sound of the words, and what it says about being an almost-teenager. In our teenage years feelings come and feelings go and sometimes with the speed of light. But it's okay to share our feelings. They aren't right or wrong, yet they are important. It's what we do with our feeling that counts, and writing about them is certainly healthy. Congratulations Dana!)
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