I stare at her from 'cross the room
with impure thoughts
knowing I will never achieve my devious desire
but the thought still rages in my head
The next day
I look at her again
now with different thoughts
not impure, but gentle
knowing I can never achieve the dream of her obsession
Today you look back at me
I quickly glance away
She can not know my feelings
For she would surely look away for good
Feeling confident
What can go wrong?
For even if she utters 'no'
It would make no difference at all
I ask her on a date
'dinner on me' I propose
she never responds, just walks away
So I turn and walk the other way in tears
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