A poem about a classmate I liked.

She was just a girl

That’s what I thought

But that’s not

The whole story

About me

And her

Together

She was just a girl

And then I did turn

Around to ask

What the answer was

To number two

She looked at me

And I looked at her

She thought it was for sure

But I didn’t like her

Not yet

No, not yet

We started to talk

That made me wanna know

If she was just another ho

I asked her a stupid question

And she answered

With one exception

She wouldn’t talk to me

Anymore

Because I asked if she was a whore

The answer was no

And I know

It was a stupid

Thing to say

Now she thinks that I’m gay

But then after a while

She did smile

At me

Randomly

And that made my heart beat

And turned on the heat

I didn’t know what to say

To make her think I wasn’t gay

All I said was hi

And she thought I was a good guy

So she talked to me again

And not just her friends

I used to like her before

But know I’m not sure

If I can live with that kind of girl

She loves to play sports

And I always support

Her and her team

Even when they lose

I still choose

To love her

For her

I think that she needs me

Because she

Really wants a boy

To call her toy

But I know

That I’m not for show

And she does really

Truly love me

We are meant to

Go together

Me and Brooke

I mean just look

We are perfect

And we love each other

For what we are

Not what we aren’t

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