I hate the feeling of not knowing what’s next.

I can’t see the future, I don’t know what to expect.

There’s so many girl who I want to see,

But I can’t figure out, is it she?

We’ve been together before; I didn’t want it to end.

But then you said those words, “Let’s just be friends.”

I loved how you were, the first normal one,

But I scared you away, you just wanted fun.

One whole summer spent thinking of you.

But I knew, you were thinking of me too.

Best of friends, but I wish we had more,

Our love for each other will never cure.

I met you but three weeks ago

My “Ice Cream Princess” by the name you go.

The sparkle in your eye, that pretty little smile,

I can tell this feeling won’t end for a while.

You’re my “Punk Rock Princess”, but you don’t know it yet.

At Renaissance assembly, we got all wet.

Through our words and rhymes, we connect,

I see another part of you, that I didn’t expect.

 Matthew Drangsland