Poem #4

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You were the boy most popular in class,
I said at the back row and always cane last.

I wrote a piece of paper and expressed what I feel,
Whenever I think of you I know the feeling is real.

That you make my heart race.

Whenever, on my skin you gazed or caress,
You make my head go blurry in a storm of fury.

You turned my world upside down,
And my smile form a frown.

As I passed the paper to you,
Hoping you believe me that I'm being true.

That I like you,
And hoping you would like me too.

And you crumpled the piece of paper,
And my face turned completely paler.

And my heart shattered,
When you mocked me in a stutter.

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