Why?

That's what I ask

When I see you frown

Every. Single. Day.

You never fail to intimidate others

With your apperant foul mood

Hasn't anyone told you

That you have an gorgeous and infectious smile

That can melt anyone's heart

Just like the sun

Melts us during summer band.

 

Come to think of it why are you so red?

You almost match the color of the UH t-shirts you wear.

It's almost as if you never wear sunscreen

Which is weird since you put on loads.

I doubt the whole band wears as much as you.

And yet you look like a shrimp

No offense though

If it makes you feel any better

I like shrimp.

 

By the way, why do you wear red all the time?

Different colors suit you.

Trust me

I check you out everyday!

...

I get bored during band okay!

My mind wanders a lot...

Please don't be weirded out!

If anything you should be happy or flattered

Because everyone including me thinks you look great

When wearing your designated uniform.

 

Do you like red because you have the qualities of the color itself?

Because this is what the color suggests:

Passion, determination, assertiveness,

Intolerent, quick tempered and angry.

Actually, that would explain your impatience and

Constant frowning and cute pouting.

 

Wait why do I think you're cute?

I see beauty in the ones I love

And honestly I don't think I love you yet.

No offense you are a great guy!

But I'm not ready for that type of commitment

Give me some time

Plus some reasons why

And maybe I will.

You do deserve undying love

Hence why I am here to compliment you

And try to boost your self esteem everyday.

Despite you saying that you don't need me

I hope you're joking

Because I do care about you.

 

Hold up

Why do I even enjoy your presnce?

You look very boring

Even though you're not

You are brilliant and hilariously sassy!

You by far have the greatests insults and combacks I know.

Sometimes, I admit, you go to far

Or tease me at the wrong time

Almost making me cry

But whatever

I still like you anyway somehow.

 

You know what?

I don't even know

The way I like you.

Do I want to be your friend?

Or God forbid something more?

But you don't really have much to offer

Maybe a new t-shirt every year.

That's about it.

 

You're weird Talleyhoe

But I'm weird too.

Because everyday I ask myself

Why my mind always wanders back to you.