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I hear them all laugh

as he walks through the halls

Dressed differently than them

and not caring what they think

Not many know his name

just the fact that he's the one

Who walks around with his hands

constantly moving

"The Hands Guy" is what I called him

around every corner ,there he was

Making me laugh with the crowd

but strangely not as loud

Because secretly I was admiring him

and hiss badass carefree attitude

He knew he was cool, and that was enough for him

no one dared to tell him differently

He was always on my mind

longing for his time

I began to talk

and tell him how I felt

Surprisingly,I discovered he felt the same

and the very thought just mesmerized me.

But for reasons only fate could come up with

we had no time for intamacy

no chance of being together.

          Though an odd attractin will be forgotten

          In my mind he will not

          Walking down a future hall

          With alot of things on my mind

          I will look around every corner

          Hoping to see a Hands Guy