Girl





A girl lives down the street from me,

her hair is bright sun blonde.

I stare when she walks by outside,

but she doesn’t seem to care.

and walks away.



Oh why oh why,

does this girl make me cry,

she’s beautiful in every way.



I write and write,

about this girl,

each and every day.



I put my letters,

in her box,

but I don’t receive any response.



One day I realized,

that she wasn’t meant for me,

so I stopped everything about thee.

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