Derek

There's a sweet boy with freckles

who sits right near me

and sometimes I like to imagine

he thinks I'm pretty. 

 

That he sits in his room, 

and thinks to himself, "huh

that girl would be perfect for

me." 

 

But don't get me wrong, 

I don't love this boy. 

Even though his 

brown eyes beckon. 

 

I can't possibly do that, 

place myself in that

oh so vulterable position. 

 

I guard my heart under 

lock and key, and no 

one has touched it yet. 

But maybe...just maybe

 

If he could ever possibly 

like me just a bit, 

I can almost possibly guarantee

that it would unlock for him. 

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