The Fantasy Of A Young Girl Poem by McKenzie Spaulding

There he is....the epitome of perfection
Casually leaning against his locker.

Ruffled blonde hair standing up
Flawless in its disarray.

Today is the day
Just a simple 'Hi'
As I discreetly saunter by.

I suck in a deep breath
Searching for relief from the terrible fear
Theatening to upset my stomach.

I absentmindedly smooth my hair
And tug on a loose string on my shirt

While our proximity closed
My breathing sped rapidly

A petite brunette pranced between us
Blocking my way.
Greeting him with an alabaster smile

I freeze for the smallest part of a second
Veering in the opposite direction
Hoping he didnt nocite my failed attempt.

My cheeks burn.
What had diluted me in to thinking i could speak to him? !

In a perfect world
He would realize I was made for him.

But for now...I'll start planning for tomorrow.