Thinking Freshmen
Going against all of what my mind says
My mind telling me one thing
Heart telling me another
The butterfly’s are confusing
The smile you put on my face
Is even more
So young so pure
Untouched gold
You look in my eyes
My guide lines all disappear
As if a lost connection of a dial-up computer
You touch my hand I just wanna melt
When you hug me I feel so protected and safe
What is it about you
That I don’t know
All I know is that I think that I like you
I think I like you a lot
But it’s this time
The feeling and the want
Different
In so many ways
How is it that a boy
So pure and innocent
Make me a wiser and experienced
Have butterfly’s
Make my day
Like no one else could
By the way I’m thinking
Give me time
Not to much time
Just ‘til the clock strikes twelve in
You eyes and my soul
I’m thinking small but big
Young but old
I’m thinking Freshmen
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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