on a mountain
in a park
near a fountain
i hear a bark
i see your face
in the light
i try to race
to get out of sight
i see you walking
and i fear
talking
when youre near
i look at you
whenever i can
when you turn to
look, i have ran
i have tried
to ask you out
i feel red
and chicken out
whatever im doing
i think of your beauty
i feel like im dying
with no duty
i hope one day
you notice me
and i may
not flee
if i were to
talk
to you
i wouldnt gaulk
in class i cant think
about the work
at the rink
i look like a dork
i wish you would notice me
if you would
i would fill with glee
like i should
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