Rockstar in the Room

There was a cute boy I saw from afar.

He sang melodies as he played his guitar.

When I walked in the room, he caught my attention.

He sent a soft smile as he looked my direction.

He had a soothing voice and an enthralling presence.

He was calm and casual, but made me feel tense.

I listened thoughtfully as he played

Some of my favorites like

Sublime, Pearl Jam, and Alice In Chains

I felt my throat swell and my chest fill with embers.

When he finally approached me it was a moment to remember.

His blonde hair swung backward

It was messily slicked back

Was he speaking words?

My mind couldn't keep track.

It was a compliment I had heard.

He appreciated my points, and thought they were deserved.

Thus came our friendship and we started anew;

Two young teenagers who felt like the only ones in the room.

His encapsulating presence; so strong yet fragile.

I knew his romance wasn't for me to handle.

I continued to keep dreaming and enjoying

This sweet friendship of ours that kept slowly boiling.

He was a Rockstar.

I said in my mind.

Not something to own or to keep all for mine.

But it sure was nice seeing him and hearing him play.

Observing his movements and watching him sway.

He was rather entrancing;

This magnificent subject

This exciting man with his beloved object.

We shared in our journey

Through philosophies and CDs.

And said our goodbyes

To meet again when we please.

Although I hoped it would be soon,

I knew he was always the Rockstar in the room.