Could it be

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I sit near the waters edge

Thoughts of you pound my head

Things you have said

The stories you wrote that I have read

Wondering why

You act shy

Around me

But not around the others I see

Could it be

You like me

Maybe it's just my fantasy

For who could ever like a girl like me

Maybe I'm seeing things

When I see you always running in to things

Locker 23

The one across from me

I know I stare

It just isn't fair

That everyone else seems to have a clue

What do I do

They all know all about you

When I am stuck with no clue

I'll be here

Waiting

To see if you like me

To see

If it's not all a strange dream

(A/N so I'm going in a new direction by making my poems have different emotions instead of just what ever I'm thinking at that moment even if it has nothing to do with a personal experience or observation.)

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