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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