Cross My Fingers
At first we were just kids flirting for fun.
You a guy saying sweet things,
making my cheeks blush,
I laughed and brushed it off.
You persisted,
still making my cheeks blush.
Then the battle of debate changed,
I couldn't fall you.
My feet touch no longer the sweet soft earth.
My heart flutters at the mere thought of you...
You mistify me beyond a doubt...
I cross my fingers,and wait...
I'm not sure why..
Yet I still wait...
MY FINGERS CROSSED
DeEtte Jean Tolander
Copyright ©1999 DeEtte Tolander
