I sneak a look at him.
From under my eyelashes.
Seeing a perfect soul.
I wish I could have him,
As mine and not hers,
But I know I can't.
All he sees is his flaws.
All I see is his perfection.
He thinks he's ugly.
I think he's a gift.
He'll probably never know i exist,
But i know he exists.
That's why i still hold on,
To the hope,
That he might,
Someday,
Be mine.
But for now,
He'll stay as,
My secret crush
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