Non Dico-

I won't tell

you

how much I think about you

(God that

would embarrass us

both)

just that I think about you

(only once in a while).

I won't tell you how many times

I walk by your class room-

Hoping you'll look up

Caught off guard

and smile-

All I will admit is that

I walk by

(on occassion).

I won't tell you about my

dreams

(God you wouldn't be able to

look me in the eyes

again)

just that I dream about you

(maybe).

I won't tell you

about the doodling in my

history notebook

of your name

(and maybe some

hearts);

I won't tell you about

the poems

I've written for you;

I won't tell you about the tears I've wasted

waiting for

hopeless happy endings;

I won't tell you about the

jealousy I feel when I hear you

talk about her

when I see you laughing with other girls

when I think of you holding her,

kissing her,

marrying her,

loving her;

I won't tell you about all the boys-

the time wasted chasing-

trying to forget the one boy

that counted-

the one I could,

can,

will

never

have

(You).

I'll simply tell you

I love you.



(If you ever ask)

and even then

I can't guarantee I'll

answer

(just like
you can't gurantee
you feel nothing for me).