It's so embarrassing that I like you.
Blue eyes, annoying voice and stupid friends.
Okay, maybe I'm being over the top.
I'm just embarrassed about the fact that it's one-sided.
You eyes are awesome but they don't normally ignore me. They used to watch me but now the glimmer is gone.
You're voice is kinda sweet but I want to hate hearing it.
But you friends are douches, that's the truth.
Honestly, you think I hate you but I think I want to know you.
Why, oh, why do I even care?
You laugh when I barely speak. To you I'm actually funny. And I'm not really funny.
Blue eyes and bright sky, that's all I see. But you obviously don't like me. You just passively ignore me. It's so confusing.
Are you too good to be true?
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
