Sparkling blue like no other,
Not even my dad's! Held in a
Face I wanted to hold mostly
When I was sad and awkward and
Zitty - oh how I tried so hard to
Win his heart with my brazen advances
His mother thought quite mad.
Her son couldn't see me like I him -
We were young, naive and too different -
Him with his popularity and good looks,
Me with my annoying cloying - how
Could he be so blind - his eyes
Seemed to say they saw everything and
With mine I felt he saw mine - oh, he did -
Stuck on stalker-like focus trying too hard to
Connect to his - opened but closed
Shutting me out though my heart was
Stuck on stu-pid!
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