flower crown » wroetostar

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there he is again.

walking down the hall in his skirt,

and his flower crown.

what will it take for this beautiful human to notice me?

he doesn't know it, but even a tattooed, pierced and sad boy like me has feelings too.

and my feelings are stuck with the boy i call star,

the only guy who was willing to be himself.

i didn't know his name, all i knew is he was perfect.

one day i'll get him to not be afraid of me.

and when that day comes,

i will be the happiest man alive.

maybe he can make me a flower crown.

i'd quite like that.

i guess i better head to class, or i could drink
away my day.

what would star want me to do?

i sigh, walking past the sweet scented male in his skirt and flower crown.

"bye star."