Dear Mr Blue
What's your plan? You confuse me every day.
Is this some hidden love in high school, were we dare to not speak to each other.
A glimpse of each others eyes turn us into a nervous wreck that we don't show.
Tell me this:
Why can't we just face each other?
Why can't we talk to each other?
Why don't you come talk to me?
WHY IS LIFE SO HARD?
Sincerely,
Miss Brown
