Glance

I glanced at you,
And you at I,
Then you decided,
To rush right by,
All I wanted was to talk,
But you you were determined,
Just to walk.

I glanced at you,
The very next day,
But once again,
You glanced away.

On the third day,
For the third time,
I glanced your way,
And you in mine.

I walked on up,
And asked you why,
You never stopped,
To even say hi.

You said you were,
Far too terrified,
You were afraid,
Of being denied.

I said I could,
Never do that to,
A person as truly,
Beautiful as you.

Then you blushed,
And took my hand,
Then I walked you,
To 3rd period band.

Three months had passed,
Everything had been fine,
When I found you in,
Arms that weren't mine.

You looked up,
And let out a yell,
I yelled back,
That you could go to Hell.

Later that night,
On the old bridge,
I let myself,
Onto the ledge.

I looked down,
At those glistening waves,
And thought about,
Your protesting raves.

I told myself,
To just take a chance,
And threw myself off,
While I thought of your glance.