My Poetry

~Seventy One~

Apparently you're quite awful,
And I can see it,
With your friends and all but,
You're so pretty,
With your dark eyes and sharp lines,
It's hard to think about what you've done when you look like that.

I don't even know what it is i see,
I mean you're not the greatest of the three,
but you're just so pretty,
And when I look at you I can barely breathe. 
My face goes terribly pink, 
And my heart flutters and my lungs go weak. 

I'll never tell you,
No i'd be grounded 'til my death if I did,
but I can't help but search through a crowd for you,
And when you were gone that day,
I felt my heart sink down to the pits within me. 

I know you probably like her,
but if I reached out would you give me a chance?
Spare me a glance?

I hope you would,
because everyone knows I spare you a thousand and more.