You shine brighter than any sun
You are what every girl dreams of
When they think of falling in love
I do not dare make a move on you
I know that I will lose
To those girl who actually deserve you
The ones who look perfect no matter what they do
I see the way you look me in the eyes
Like I am just one of the guys
It sucks because you give me butterflies
I lie awake every night
Wondering what I can do to catch your eye
Should I lose twenty pounds
Become a lighter shade of brown
If I did all this would you give me a chance
How about just one glance
I want to be the girl of your dreams
Who can make you laugh uncontrollably
Oh boy wouldn’t that be one hell of a feat
I can see it now so vividly
But at last that will never be
For I am forever categorized
As just one of the guys
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Hello guys! Nineteen. Chocolate Connoisseur. Cartoon enthusiast.
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The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
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