So every now and then, I ask myself what it is I'm supposed to do. But I already know. This is me, and these are my words.
Decided to take a break from my story. Please read this poem. It has no name, so don't wonder.
Don't pass by, And not even look. It's like a crime, It's my heart you took. Nothing that I do, Makes you notice me. How can I love you? Well, you're kind of sweet! Will I get detention, Or even get expelled, If it means your attention, That I'll cherish well. You pass me in the hall, And don't even spare a glance. The way you stand so tall, And always take a chance. Can you feel the same way, Just never let it show? Maybe, but until one day, I guess I'll never know.