Boy

I saw him and he smiled

We locked eyes and my mind went wild

I had seen him before, maybe it was in another class

But I still couldn’t help but wonder

where I saw him last

In a dream of some sort,

whether it be day or night

What was his name

I’d ask but he might

resent me, I’m not his type

He’s the smart kind and

guys like me “don’t love right”

That’s what people think

That’s what people say

Because I’m not

solitary

Any of those girls would find these thoughts

imaginary

But they don’t know who

I really am-

to me who you love is a choice

But to them “big jock guys” like me don’t

Love boys