"In computer class w. another crush.
Teachers absent, cool sub's here.
Teach is being missed much..
I'm writing this poem.
So I'm gnna create the picture for 1st crush.
Jitterbugs coming through,
w. a sprinkle of excitement to add to sum1 she thinks is cute.
He passes her by w. a glance, wishing he could be her baby too.
Say something, say something.
Say hi..
Its a good way to know..if ur unsure.
Instead of being shy.
Wish me luck because one of these days I'll be sure to try.
Cuteyy..
Picture#2:
Personality shinging over all.
Richard's his name.
FUnny, Cute chubby, and his brain's not 2 small.
Couple mins ago, told it all.
He sits in row opposite me, facing me.
Moved there by himself...
Goofy classmate was making female moans
I look on his side, since he's not sitting on that side by himself.
My eyes landed directly into his.
Looking back, feeling was strong.
Besides moan and unplanned stare.
He starts to laugh.
My Theory:
Getting tired of the not only outgoing but disrespectful packs.
Wish the guys I liked actually had the courage to talk to me back.
Im for the most part quiet.
Making it easier or making it harder.
Depending on personality.
I don't know what to do, maybe its bc I've never talked to a guy I liked.
It always goes like this bc something wants me to overcome the fear.
The tears.
The queers.
The years.
Sooner or later, I'll make another attempt .
I'll be w. the guy I like 2 like.
We'll be in love.
We hit our glasses at home, on New Years.
Cheers!
End of Story."
