Okay, so I decided to write some poetry. I've always been a terrible poet, but I just felt like I should share. Hopefully I'm a little better than mediocre. I wonder, Harder than I should, Longer than I can afford. I wonder, When I see that cute girl, The cute girl sitting in the corner, Thumbing the edge of the page of her book, As though she is afraid, Afraid that the unread pages feel lonely Without her green eyes gazing at them. She bites her lower lip, And with her free hand, She brushes her short, brown hair behind her ears. I wonder, Has she wondered this way about a boy? Has she been entranced by mystery, And felt amazed at the beauty of the unknown soul? Then I wonder, Has anyone wondered about me? About why I sit quietly, Thumbing the unread pages of my book.