Thoughts race through my mind,
Feelings swim through my veins,
Doubts surface deep within,
As my body struggles for answers.

Does he think of me,
When he goes to sleep?
When he wakes up in the morning?
When he is happy and sad?

Does he realize what he means to me?
That his smile melts down the walls of my heart,
That his voice causes butterflies to flutter,
That his happiness is my mission?

Does he know that he holds my heart?
That every feeling he has, I share?
That my heart beats faster when we talk?
That I'd do anything for his happiness?

Does he notice that I even exist?
That he's the reason for my motivation?
That he's the reason I smile every day?
That he's my dream come true?

I hope one day he will see me,
That I'll no longer be invisible,
That I'll be the reason he smiles,
That I'll be the one he loves each day.

...even if it does make me kind of sad. ...er... I mean...

No!

this!

Hi, Flirty!

Good stuff!
+1

I got bored and had inspiration to write. This is the best one I wrote last night. I am going to submit it for a poetry contest

Any other opinions?

I try not to tell many people, but yes, I like some poetry, and this one was good. the best ones, such as this one, draw you in, and make you feel exactly what the writer feels (Or what it seems the writer feels, in the case of those writers good enough to be happy and warm while writing a cold, sad poem), but you get my drift.

Thanks! I am an emotional writer, my best works are when my entire emotion is behind what I am writing. Thanks for the inspiration