You Walk By Me,
I try to get you to say a simple hello
but you ignore me,
but every once in a while I see you smile,
I see a smile spread wide across your face as I tug on your sweater,
Or as I poke you,
The ignorance has become your game,
you give me hope only to only turn away,
your spiteful,
and your stubborn,
But I must admit your kind of cute,
the dimples make it hard to look away and I often find myself staring,
I know your being mean and being tender-headed
but there's this part of me that loves it,
I guess I like a ****,
but only because that **** was once my friend.