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Inside The Mind of a Crushed Teen

*The boy across the room He thinks you're really sweet Why don't you go say "hi?" Because you are too shy.* He gets up out of his seat And starts to come my way I feel my face turn hot And I hope he has something to say But then he stops short To talk to the girl in front I bury my face in my book again Trying to hide a grunt But that's when he walks away And towards me once again And that's when I remembered That girl's his cousin! I get flustered again He's coming down the isle Then he looks me in the eye And smiles that god-sculpted smile I'm positive this time He's coming for me But I can't look away What's wrong with me?! But still I don't know what he wants My mind is racing Is he going to ask me out? Are we going to start dating? That's when he leans close And whispers in my ear "Can I borrow a pencil?" "Yeah.... Here.."
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Jan 21, 2011
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