It was kind of sudden...
I'm not really sure...
If a boy should ask you to slowdance
During the song, or before

This boy asked me
During the song
And to be honest
I think I did it wrong!

It was kind of awkward
To tell you the truth
Looking over his shoulder
Was quite uncouth!

My hands draped on his shoulders
In a very weird way
As soon as our slowdance started
I'm sure he wanted to get away!

But as we were spinning round and round
I thought, maybe this isn't so bad
And when my brother saw me dancing
I didn't even get mad

I saw my friends winking at me
From the corners of the room
And suddenly, it seemed
The end was coming soon

So I savoured those last moments
Of that slowdance, that is true
And to the boy who danced with me...
Thank you.

When someone talks to us,
we listen, we don't leave,
not even if we wanted to.

Why?
Because it's rude, 
and whatever someone might say,
might be important.

So what about when we rush inside,
when the wind is cold and it swishes by?
Why don't we stay for a while,
why don't we listen to it for once?

For nature might want to say something important,
and we just leave!
We hide from it!

There might be a point in the coldness,
but listen to me, 
listen the wind,
to the nature,
and concentrate on making your body warm, 
while you listen to it, at least for a WHILE.

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It's haunting me again,
this painfulness of lonliness,
it's this cloud that surrounds,
that just sinks me into sadness.

I have lot's of good friends at school,
But lot's of them don't wait,
to go to classes, or to talk,
I'm sure it's not a mistake.

For the first time I cannot express my feelings,
For the first time you won't understand,
"I do wait for you!" you'll say,
and this'll make me sad. 

At break I'm alone outside,
at lunch the table's silent,
only afterschool I feel better,
but I still feel isolated.

"Why am I invisible?" I ask,
"You're not" they will respond,
but deep deep deep inside my heart,
I don't even exist.

That's why this random cloud,
this random cloud of darkness,
is swishing here, and there,
surrounding me wherever I go.

It sinks me into this mess,
of problems that don't exist,
that I invent,
And I eventually feel depressed.

Why am I writing this?
Why am I writing random words?
But again, I still have this random invisible cloud,
following me wherever I go.

I'm sure
That when I laugh too loudly at his jokes,
He'll guess.

I'm sure
That when I drop my book, he'll know,
I've done it on purpose.

But he hasn't guessed.
Which I guess is good,
But... I kinda wish he would!

Because...
At the dance, maybe by chance
He'll see me in my dress
And think, I'll
Ask her to dance, yes?

And a slow song with come on
(Preferably by Taylor Swift)
And if he asks me to dance...eeek!
I'm sure my heart will lift
Me up off the floor
Rising more and more
Like angel wings
And then I think of other things
Like, "Say yes!"

"Ahem, uh...yeah, sure!"

But he hasn't just yet.
And all he has to do is guess.