Crazy Little Girls
Everywhere I go, she always seemed to be there
I just can’t seem to shake off the little girl
Her bright blonde hair in pigtails and eyes filled with excitement and determination
Her mind flooded with the clouds of a recent brainstorm
A storm that clearly made her go on overdrive
She seemed to appear more often whenever I hung out with my best friend
He thinks she probably just wants to be my friend
I think she’s just crazy
Lugging around that red notebook she seemed to scribble in like her life depended on it
I caught a glimpse once
Pages filled with multiple names
Each one connected to another name
Seemed like a type of hit-list or something
Things took a rather weird turn when she began throwing plastic arrows at us
It seems like I have a wannabe cupid stalking me and my friend.