girls
with their shiny hair
and their beautiful laughs
being around them is natural
haven't i been around them all my life?
yet suddenly she is more attractive
than the boy with his arm around my shoulder
and i ignore the feeling
because boys are good, they are fine
when did girls become so pretty
and when did boys suddenly take an interest in me
but they are still cute, so i can look the other way as another girl walks by
i give a smile at the boy
with his arm around my shoulder
but what i wouldn't give to smile with her instead
This poem is about:
Me