the days when liking someone was so simple and meaningless <br />like someone for no reason, or purpose <br />you like the way the looked <br />you liked the way the acted <br />they were nice to you one, or twice <br />you know its going no where <br />but you like them anyways <br />for no good reason <br />you see them once or twice a day <br />you see them in school <br />you keep it a secret, only your best friend knows <br />people ask you all the time 'who do you like' <br />and you only reply 'nobody! ! ' <br />any you get frustrated, and embarrassed <br />and when your pathetic secret is revealed <br />you cry in the halls in embarrassment <br />and run away <br />young lust <br />such a pathetic excuse for love...<br /><br />Wandering Scarlet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-lust/
