Different Round Poem by Ashley Wade

Does he see me?
Does he know
That my crush on him grows?
When he sees me,
Does he really see?
Or am I as invisible as a ghost?
I wonder what it would be like,
To be in his arms...
But here I am stuck wondering from afar.
As the days drag longer,
And the nights draw high,
I lay in bed and sigh.
As i dream the night away...
I finally wake to mornings light...
With hope fluttering in my chest.
I get ready for another day.
And then an arrow peirces my breast...
This day is the same as yesterday...
What a dolt I must be
To assume this would be
A different round...