About a Boy

I'm pretty sure it's all just make believe...

They say my eyes were sparkling,
Mirroring the lights in the darkened sky.
A soft glow rose on my cheeks,
brought on by thoughts of you.

Its when I see your face, your smile.
Like you're happy,
Lost in your secret thoughts
And not knowing that you're constantly
In mine.

I never wanted to become
obsessive.
Like the annoying, pig-tailed neighbor girl,
Who followed you around and gazed at you in
Obvious desperation.
While you sat, afraid of fake bugs
that never actually existed.

Like us.
You, me, together.
It's nothing but a dream, really.
A fantasy,
Nonexistant beyond the storybooks.

I swear I imagined
Your secret sideways smiles.
The snow in your hair
As you followed me beyond my imagination.
Me, you, together.
On the swings as the snow fell down.

The funny thing about my
Strange infatuation,
Is that I dunno where it began.
It has no base...
And nothing is strong when built on
wispy ideas.

But maybe that's how everything starts.
Out of nothing.
Empty air.
A dream.
And a smile.