"Bed, bed
I couldn't go to bed.
My head's too light to try to set it down.
Sleep, sleep
I couldn't sleep tonight
Now for all the jewels in the crown!
I could've danced all night
I could've danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before.
I'll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight!
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could've danced
Danced, danced
ALL NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
J'adore Banjo. J'adore tres bien Banjo!!!!! He dances with me! He talks to me!!! He doesn't treat me like an alien from another planet!!!! But..... I'm pretty sure he's taken. I probably should try not to like him so much, but he's so nice to me!!!! He's a good actor, he's in choir, he's the French Club President, and he is HOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I highly doubt that I have a chance at anything more than friendship. Sigh.
I made such a fool out of myself today. Am I the only chaste girl out there, the only girl who still blushes if a guy takes his shirt off? Nothing else, just his shirt. The guys at play change their shirts on the stage, and everybody else just is like, "Whatever. It's just their chest!" while I'm blushing and stuttering and finding a piece of the ground to be fasinated with. Am I absolutely the only one left??
I don't know. It seems so strange! I must be the only girl who actually cares about that kind of thing (note that Zach doesn't do that!). I feel awkward because I feel so childish among the other girls. I don't want to be "experienced!" I want to be innocent, but I feel so stupid!
I guess it'll be okay. I'll think about Zach some more..... SIGH!!!!!!
"Hands touch
Eyes meet
Sudden silence
Sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of
Who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Every so often we long to steel
To the land of what might have been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile
Lithe limb
She who's winsome
She wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl
Don't wish
Don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl."
Copyright: Stephan Schwartz
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