To dream a thousand dreams, or dance a thousand dances.

I cry out only to find that no one is there.
I see her in the halls at school,
laughing with her friends,
her long, amber hair, waving at me when she laughs.

We pass by in the hallway,
she not even batting an eye.

What if she felt the same way I did?
If she couldn't take her eyes off of me?
What if she stood staring at the moon,
wondering if I was in fact watching the same moon?

What if she couldn't eat or sleep
because of her ever growing love for me?

but, what if she didn't care?
What if she didn't feel that way at all?
What if she hated me?
What if I am setting myself up for failure?

Is it better not to take the risk,
Or dive in face first, with nothing to lose?
Only to find out that she didn't like you?

But alas, it doesn't matter,
I guess i can only look from afar