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
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