I mark your progress all around the school
I fantasize that you’re my closest friend
Amazing you’re not drenched in all my drool
How fun, how grand it is, to play pretend
I fancy we’re tremendously akin
I feel we can discuss most anything
I tell your shoes my faults with no chagrin
I tell your back my hopes, fears, everything
It matters not that you don’t know my name
Your comely face, blank, stares without disdain
This notion’s pleasing, almost like a game
Plus, if you knew, you’d label me insane
If only I could share this love I’ve grown
At least I’d have a chance to be your own

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