Connor

I wonder what it is about you, that I just can't let go.
Is it your bright blue eyes?
Or that shaggy mass of gold hair, always in your face?
Is it the graceful way your fingers dance across a guitar fret, or the obnoxious music that blasts through your speakers?
Is it because you were nice to me, when I was no one and you were everyone's best friend?
Was it your laughter, or the way your voice sounds?
Was it the way stopped my angry tears and fists from flying, or the way you sped my heart up?
I wish I knew why I'm still thinking about you with these two years of silence between us.
I wish I knew why when I see you in the hallway, a smile comes to my face.
Or why everytime I pass your house, I can't stop myself from looking.
Why everytime I hear the sound of a board on pavement, I hope it's you.
I wish I knew, so I could just get over you.