I walk down the hall
Books piled in my arms
And I see my one true crush
With almost black hairand
sparkling, baby-blue eyes.
Their smile, shiny and white,
flash at the crowd around them.
I sigh with longing,
knowing that they were out
of my range, way out.
A laugh ripples through
the crowd with a joke
as its source,
and my crush laughs,
a truly happy sound
to make my heart
go pitter-patter.
We would make a great
couple, if only, if only,
they would notice me,
the crowd accepting me
and ignoring my faults
and reputation as nobody
special. A quiet poet that
tries to express herself
through poems.
If only, if only...
he would read the poems.
If only my crush would meet
my eyes. Then maybe, just maybe,
my fantasy would come true.
An average poet
is who I am.
A popular, funny person
is who they are.
With a grumble
and one last hope,
I fade into the crowd,
becoming a shadow
with a dream.
School of Romance
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