Girls

A poem describing the uncertainty and insecurities that arise from being in love.

A fleeting glimpse,
is all I ever seem to get,
constant pursuit can't be love,
but nothing has proved that wrong yet,

insecurities rebound around my mind,
while she is as calm as can be,
I want her to know how i feel,
but what to do to make her see,

does she already know?
I think she does,
us being together,
would set the town abuzz,

if she knows then why delay?
my feelings must not be reciprocated,
it was a hopeful dream,
that me and her might have dated.