The What Poem by Michelle Asswit

You're face is as pale as the stars
You spend your time fixing cars
But you, don't know how much you can offer me
You go home every single day
Only to hear your mom complain
You could be out with someone like me
Instead...
You hate the idea of god
I like the way you go on...
About things
Things I like
Things I feel
But you don't know
What you do to me
You...
think I'm happy
When you grin in my direction
I feel that it's a connection
But then I realize...
You'ew just a friendly guy
Why?
Can't...
You think of me like that?