A new poem

This Saturday that we just had, I wrote a poem. Only a few close people know what it really means. It rhymes and it sounds pretty awesome. So, here it is!:

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Wife’s Tale?
January 30, 2010
Age: 14

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

“Love is in the air,”
I hear it everywhere.
I’ve never felt love at all,
so it’s like my life’s gonna fall.

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

Those brilliant eyes that I see three times a week,
makes my mouth go dry so it’s like I can’t speak.
Sometimes it feels like I’m gonna shed a tear,
and that’s the biggest fear that I can’t possibly bear to hear.

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

My schedule is the one that’s correct for the class that we share,
it’s his that’s screwed up and that’s so totally not fair!
When he walks in the room my heart jumps like a pouncing cat,
and I stare so dumbly so you might as well call me a bat.

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?

I keep my friend posted fore she’s the only one who knows,
and when I tell her things into her head it goes.
She’s promised to help me in fulfilling my quest,
so I only hope that she does her very best!

Love: Is it real, or is it just a Fairy Tale?