poems for the young at heart

look:

sometimes i forget what i'ms supposed to be doing
to stop
and look at you
it's not every time i see you
just most of the time.
your face makes me smile.
all of those little perfections
combined into one being.
with your face,
i'd expect the girls to be chasing you.
and they are.
you just don't know that.
and, to top it all off,
you barely know my name
(of course i know yours)
and im the one
who looks the most.

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im glad none of my school frens have watty :3