Take what you will from this short poem. I wrote this four years ago now, and it still hits me as hard as the day I wrote it. It's just a shame she'll never know who she is to me.
She's always ahead. The bright, smart, girl I always knew. Here I am, she probably just became friends with me back then because she felt sorry for my stupidity. Why does she even talk to me?
But...I'll do anything for her. She deserves to be protected, even if I am just a stupid idiot.
She's forever will be,
always out of reach.