I don't know when it
happened really.
It just kind of
hit me one day
"Holy shit,
I love this idiot"
I don't know why
You're an
idiot.
You're too
sexual.
You're a
weirdo.
And everyone
thinks we're meant to be.
I think one day I saw you
Talking
And glancing at
My lips
And smiling at my
Stupidity
And your laugh
Floating up out
Of your mouth.
But I think
I'm falling
Head over
Sneakers
In love
With
You.
Why am I falling
You're not anything
Special.
You're just my
Favorite guy at
School
And
My first real friend.
Why is this happening
It's not allowed to happen.
I'm not allowed to fall
Head over
Sneakers
In love with
You.
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Somewhere Beyond Yesterday
Poetrymy favorite time of day is that split second that separates today and tomorrow, morning and night, and moon and sun.