Here is another poem I found in the attic. I probably wrote this in junior high, 7th, 8th or 9th grade. I don't think it was high school, but could have been. And once again, I have no idea who I wrote it for! I have my suspicions ;) but I won't tell ;)
Even though he doesn't look at me
I know this love won't set me free.
I stare at him everyday
and he doesn't even look my way.
Although my love may not always be true
Right now I wish he would love me too.
Some people might just call it a phase
But a feeling of love usually stays.