She sits across the table,

smiling and laughing as he tells her about His day

How this and that happened & how He discovered something new.

Little does He know; She's been thinking about him.

She thinks about their conversations for hours, then

wonders how the next encounter will end.

She thinks of His smile & chuckle,

how He laughs when She doesn't know the words

how He loses track of time when they speak.

She thinks about the games they've played

all the weird and funny things they say.

She thinks...

about how He could never feel the same.

She thinks He could only ever see a friend in Her

how their talks are just as friends

how the games are just between friends.

She thinks that He'll never think the same

how there could never be anything more

how they would never be what she dreams.

So she dreams.

She dreams about His touches feel

on Her skin, His heat keeping Her warm.

She dreams of a day where they lay together.

His arms around Her, holding Her tight

Her hand on His chest, running through His hair.

She dreams of the love they share,

Of memories they make.

she thinks how it could never be.

But still...

She thinks about Him

and only ever dreams of what could be.

Frick, I did it again... gods I'm so love-sick right now, it's messing with my head. I have a bloody crush on a guy down the hall from me, and the thoughts won't leave me alone.

Anyways, here's another thing nobody asked for, and I'm sorry that I've nothing to show for my other work. 

School's a bummer for creative juices, (at least when it comes to stories, apparently poems are my thing right now). 

This is meant to be part before "They Lay There", but it doesn't really matter to me what order  you read them in. 

Hope at least you guys are enjoying this mood I'm in. 

Squirt Out ^_^