Poetry From A Broken Heart: I love you Zaw(b)!

What do you do
When you find someone to love
And they do not love you in return?
What do you say
When you see them walking down the halls
Their arms around another girl's waist.
Pointing and laughing doesn't work.
Dreaming of him night after night doesn't work.
Crying until there are no more tears left to cry NEVER works.
So what do you do?
How do you mend your heart
After it's been broken.
How do you stand to go to musical
Knowing that he won't be there
Holding you, telling you special things.
Or worse.....
How can you stand to talk to him?
How can you bear to see him at his locker....
Again!
How can you hear his laughter
Or hear him sing in choir
Or feel his eyes upon you
Or let your eyes meet again
Or brush his arm in the hallway --on purpose....
With no response?
I can't.
But I can.
And I will.
Because there is always tomorrow....
Another day to laugh
Another day to cry
Another day to remember
And wish you could forget.
Another day to sing
Another day to dance
Another day to act...
A brand new day.^---------------------> For "Z"

I'm not a band geek
I'm not sorry to say.
But I like to think
What if I were....?
So much time around you
So much time listening to you
Being near you
Feeling special.
But so much time when you're angry
Or frustrated
Or a plain old jerk!
Such a schizophrenic maniac!
But I love you for it....
Even though I have no chance....
We might be a good match....
But I can't play the tuba!^ --------------------------------> for "a"

Every time I see you
You make me laugh
We are very different
Maybe...
Truly, I don't know much about you
Just your name
Your family....
And your laugh.
We see each other at youth group
You catch my eyes
And hold my gaze...
And then I look away.
I can't flirt
I'm so afraid I'm too obvious...
Am I?
Do you know
How much I love you....
Like you.....
Adore you.....
Maybe.....
Are you the one for me?
The one with whom
My match was made to be?
You flirt with me too
You make me laugh
Until tears run down my cheeks....
Then you do something
And the cycle starts all over again.
You make me smile
You make me laugh
You're a senior...
Can you like a little freshman like me?
Just keep me laughing
And I'll be happy.
But not as happy as I would be
If you would ask me to prom.....^ --------------------------------------->for "w"

I don't know if I love you
I don't know if I like you
I do know that we have much in common.
We are musicians
We have voices
And we're not afraid to make ourselves heard.
We know the same teachers
We know the same students
We know the same songs
Even the same words to the same songs in the same musicals....
We know about ornamental cats
About Phantom of the Opera
And about dancing
And we know about serving better than the rest....
After all
We were Mr. Whiteside's favorite
We were the Stanleys' favorite
Am I your favorite?
Do I stand a chance?
You were my first guy friend
You were my first co-author
In a work that was finished
Now, will you be my first boyfriend?
I count myself blessed
You said you would take me to a dance
You asked me to help you practice
You even asked me to confide in you
When there wasn't anyone I wanted to trust.
Now will you ask me the one thing that I'm longing for?
Ask me to be yours.^ -------------------------------------------------> for "(b)"