There is a ginger haired boy that lives across my street
I can't help but stare on my way to school
And Everytime he smiles in response with eyes filled with joy. I wish my eyes could hold just a little joy.There's a ginger haired boy that lives across my street
I can't help but wonder what it's like to look that wonderful
He doesn't smile as much but he's nice. I wish I looked half as pretty.There's a ginger haired boy that lives across my street
He seems sad and I wish I had enough courage to talk to him.There's a ginger haired boy that lives across my street
Today I tried talking to him
He didn't seem so pretty anymore
In fact he terrified me
His eyes were so hollow and lacked a hint of a soul within
This time he didn't smile
He looked scared too.There's a ginger haired boy that lives across my street
People don't talk so much about him anymore
And I wish I could get a final glimpse of him.There's a ginger haired boy that lived across my street
He was so wonderful
And I miss him so much.I found a letter on my doorstep on my way to school.
It said
"There's a blonde girl across my street and I wish I talked to her. She seems wonderful and her eyes speak with so much joy and I think she's pretty.
I'm scared to let her see me" from a ginger haired boy across your street.-Kassey.
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