The Boy in Biology

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There's this boy,
Just seeing him gives me simple joy,
It's now the class I look forward too
His eyes are almost like glue
Those brown eyes
Ones I could never despise.

Biology being my ploy,
To talk to that boy,
Even though I don't have the slightest chance,
I still can't help but sneak a glance,
At the boy who's perfect,
The one who my feelings direct.

My heart has broken off her leash,
To a guy I couldn't possibly reach,
Though it's okay, I'll pick up the pieces,
When this peaceful crush ceases,
When my hearts broken in two,
I think I'll still think of you.

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