Fate or Mate?
He was my 8th grade crush.
He made my heart race when he looked me in the eyes
His smiled was crooked
And, he was a jerk to everyone
Flirted with all the girls but me.
Called girls sluts but me
Everyone but me
Things went cold and he ignored me
But still he was my 8th grade crush
Fate or mate?
Hes shy
He's everything but....
Nothing i dreamt of
Nothing i imagined
But here he is
Jerk is garbage and he is the one
Not my 8th grade crush but my crush
My love
My soul
My heart
I think of him
I sing for him
I fantasize for him
If only He would answer
Maybe, i have bad luck but...
cry no boy. cry no pain
But tears run down my eyes thinking of him with another girl
Another touch
Another laugh
Another hug
Another kisss....
Can, won't, will not stop loving
Its not my fault
Two guys.
One a jerk
Ones shy
ONe girl
ONe heart
ONe choice
Fate or mate??
It was always him as soon as he said hello.......
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