I'm writing at the back of my notebook,
Wishing you would read this,
But though I know you wouldn't.
You don't even look at me that often,
Or give me an offer.
But can I ask you something?
Do you notice me or something?
Do you like me the same?
Or do you think of me lame.
I'm tired of guessing,
My heart is aching,
I love you,
Do you feel the same?
-Avery
