Derek
There's a sweet boy with freckles
who sits right near me
and sometimes I like to imagine
he thinks I'm pretty.
That he sits in his room,
and thinks to himself, "huh
that girl would be perfect for
me."
But don't get me wrong,
I don't love this boy.
Even though his
brown eyes beckon.
I can't possibly do that,
place myself in that
oh so vulterable position.
I guard my heart under
lock and key, and no
one has touched it yet.
But maybe...just maybe
If he could ever possibly
like me just a bit,
I can almost possibly guarantee
that it would unlock for him.