I pass her in the hallways,
She doesn't give me the time of day.
yet I still love her.
I can't explain how.
I love her chocolate-brown eyes.
Her beauty marks.
her short strawberry blonde hair.
I don't know why I love her.
She doesn't know I exist
Besides one small conversation
About Percy Jackson.
It was never meant to be.
Yet I idolize her.
I soak in her essence.
Even standing in the same room with her is enough.
But at the end of the day,
All I have is a tune-
A song I think of her as.
"Look at you strawberry blonde, fields rolling on, I love it when you look my way"
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
