• I look out the window and wonder what's there,
    I see a cute boy and try not to stare.

    His hair is like grass that the wind tossed and turned,
    His expression inviting and nice, not mean or even stern.

    I walk out the door and ask him his name,
    Wondering if I am in a dream, or even a game.

    He smiles and answers, his voice oh so sweet,
    He almost looks emo, not 'sk8ter' nor 'l33t'.

    "Caleb," he says, and he asks me, "What's yours?"
    I answer, "Makayla," but then my dad calls me in to do chores.

    We say our farewells, as my heart races fast,
    I finally had the nerve to talk to him.. Finally, at last..