Waiting

I'm still waiting for someone to see me staring off in to space, and ask me what I'm thinking about.
But I really hope they don't because I don't know what I'd say.
It's not that it's really a secret anymore.
I could tell them I was thinking about a boy.
But now I'm starting to think my real trouble would start if they asked me how that made me feel.


This is a creature on fire with love, but it's still scary since most people think love only looks like one thing, instead of the whole world.
-StoryPeople