I believe it's called a "crush",
Ever heard of it?
Well this new found "crush" has got me on my toes,
Watching for you at recess.
What I am to do?
You don't feel the same, obviously.
I know you barely think I exist,
So WHY try?
I play with my hair,
I don't play in the dirt so much anymore.
I start wearing this stuff called "perfume",
All for you.
Do you care?
Do you notice?
Maybe when you start to like girls back,
You'll notice.
When will that be,
And what will I think about that?
I think,
I'll wait.
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