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We are Meant to Be


I see her every day,

I see him every day,

We make eye contact and my heart beats out of my chest,

This creep keeps staring at me,

We share all of our classes and I didn't even have to change my schedule, this time; we are truly meant to be together,

We share all of our classes this year, yet again; I think I might have to switch,

Out in the hall, my locker is right across from yours, so I never loose sight of you,

I go to my locker and carry seventeen textbooks to my next class; they're so heavy, I wish someone would help me,

Valentine's is coming up and she wore a shirt with a heart on it, so that means that we're obviously supposed to be together,

I accidentally spilt some strawberry juice on my shirt, today,

I'm going to ask her to the dance, and I know she's gonna wear a red dress because it's her favorite color,

The dance is coming up; I think I'll wear my favorite, blue dress,

Should I get her flowers and take her out on a date?

I hope I don't have any homework this weekend,

She loves scary movies, so I'll go see My Boyfriend, the Serial Killer with her,

My parents won't let me go to the dance, but that's okay,

I'm going to ask her today, wish me luck!

The creep asked me to the dance, and I told him no,

She doesn't love me,

I could never love him,

I should move on.

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