i walked down the hallways,
books in my arms,
while listening to songs.
i see them.
oh, to kill to talk
to the person that i like so much...
but, they're one of
the popular kids though.
they wouldn't notice me,
since they're surrounded by all the
pretty people around them.
yet, they're so dreamy,
pretty, kind, cute.
i can list everything in the book
to describe how beautiful
this person is.
i want to talk to them, so bad.
but they don't seem to notice me.
nor care to even notice...
