It was in the second grade
she saw you sitting there...

Silly little girl,
With hopes so high...

My dearest Chad,
This poem is not for you...

Welcome to the masquerade
Be prepared for utter lies...

My love for you remains a secret
a secret I am forbidden to share...

Her bony arms grip around my legs
Clutching on for her life...

Hey there, you
you silly little boy...

Hello my lovely heart,
For I know you are not okay...

Butterflies pervade my stomach
tickling my flesh...