The Girl Next Store Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

WHEN NIGHT TIME COMES
I CALL IT A NIGHT
AND DREAM ABOUT
THE GIRL NEXT STORE
BUT THERE WAS SOMETIMES
WHEN I COULDN'T SLEEP
I WOULD WISH UPON A STAR BRIGHT
ASKING THE STARS
TO MAKE MY DREAM COME TRUE
TONIGHT
AND WHEN THE MORNING CAME
I WOULD RUN TO THE WINDOW
AND WATCH HER LEAVE
WHILE HIDING BEHIND MY CURTAIN
FEELING A BIT A SHAME
NOT LETTING HER KNOW HOW I FEEL
OR ASKING HER FOR HER NAME
JUST LETTING HER GO
WHERE SHE NEVER KNOW
ON HOW I FEEL FOR HER
SO I GUESS SHE'D JUST BE
THE GIRL NEXT STORE TO ME