• Your in my homeroom class,
    at peterson middle school.
    Your locker is right under mine.
    When we walk to Soc.Studies together,
    we just talk. sometimes when I'm near you,
    I feel like I've stoped breathing.
    When you walk past me,
    I just stare at your cute face.
    In class,when I'm looking at you,
    you turn to look at me in the eyes.
    When if paying attention to the teacher,
    you start staring at me.
    But when were doing classwork,
    you start writing stuff and playing
    and laughing and talking with Kennedy.
    Its okay you don't like me.
    I understand.
    I've already been ignored once,
    I don't have you be ignored twice.
    I just like to hear yourcute laugh,
    and your cute girly voice.
    tehehehehe!!!! heart heart heart heart heart