He spoke with an accent
He was warm and strong and free
He never gossiped he didn't like chocolate
And in the way I liked him... he didn't like me.
Playfully we threw dandelions
Back and forth laughing that day
What he didn't know
Was that I wished for him on every seed he threw my way
I liked the way he laughed
I liked his ironically chocolate eyes
But most of all I liked his soul
I liked how he never told me lies
But my friend liked him first
Per usual I place last
But I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine
I'm used to blending in with the shadows I cast
He even called me pretty once
He didn't mean it though
When my friend told him I liked him
He simply said: I know