I like him.
You-know-who
The nice one
In a certain class
Our eyes meet
My heart pounds
If he only knew
How I feel
Maybe he feels
The same way
I only wish
To be recognized
Or maybe feel
A brush
Against my arm
I wish I knew
Such a funny boy
He makes me laugh
Some sunshine
To my day
But I still feel sad
He can't see
The real me
Just another girl
Is what I am
And it hurts
No one likes me
Or thinks I'm pretty
Witty, sure
But no whistles
No hellos
Just meeting eyes
And faint sighs
Escape my lips
A yearning
In my heart
But no progress
Is ever made!
