Find me

8.

There was this boy
I liked him really much

I tried to talk to him,
somehow to get in touch.

I stalked him to his gym,
We still didn't talk that much.

I realized he liked easy girls,
Short skirts, heavy make-up and such.

Still he was hot, smart and kind,
And sometimes I could catch
That blue-eyed look of his
Just so
I could realize for my appearance
He was blind.

So I had to make some changes,
Make a new design,
He was still genuine,

Still out of my reach
And sometimes I kind of did miss
His dirty little mind.

He didn't know a thing,
He was so blind.
I also tried to be kind
Aware of the fact that of flirting I knew nothing.

But then,
Out of nowhere,
I found myself standing
In my not-so-special prom dress,
Trying to take my mind of the thought:
'I'm a mess.'

Then someone reached for my hand
For a second or two,
I turned myself around just to see him standing and saying:

'Look! You have blue eyes, too.'