What in the Wonking World is Wrong With Me

This is what everyone is thinking when they first fall in love.

You just sit next to me

A smile on your face

Your perfect lips

And your chocolate-brown eyes

Your glasses on

Your beautiful face

It hits me, like a mace

A hitting, a punching

I have a major crush on you

You leave

I stay

Be that

As it may

My life is a brighter gray

I have a major crush on you

Or do I?

You make my sky

Bright blue and sky high

This is certain:

I love you

Or is it?

Yes, I may only be 12

But what else could it be?

Its like a Wrecking Ball

But what has Miley Cyrus seen?

Like the bubonic plague

But with more Hum-Dee-Dee

I find myself singing

For what felt like years

They look at me like I’m crazy

They do, all those peers

So I yet again say what else could it be

That I haven’t felt in years

Please, please, PLEASE tell me

Tell me, my dears

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