Young Writers Society

Out of all the girls here, you seem to like me,

I knew you always did,

And you knew I did too.

Both of us were difficult.

And both of us hid.

But now, without distraction,

Our mutual attraction,

Is open, and vulnerable to the world.



Around us people work, busy and motivated,

I sit, in a daze, lazing,

And you woo me on your guitar.

Sunlight falls from the window,

And trickles down your back.

Blessing every string,

On that hypnotizing guitar.



At lunchtime we’ll walk,

Converse of lives and secrets,

We’ll laugh. Oh, we’ll laugh.

And sometimes our eyes will meet,

Caught for just a second,

I’ll search through your soul.

And given just a moment,

I’ll feel through your heart.



I’ll jokily insult you, and you’ll compliment me.

And I smile, and you’ll laugh.

And we’ll both know.

And we’ll both feel it.

And though our mouths shan’t tell,

Though it’s hard to keep them shut,

I’ll tell you with these words,

And you’ll tell me with your guitar.