Hey, this a poem I wrote. You're welcome.
Oh...yeah...tell me what you think.
When she walks by, they all stop and stare
Wherever she goes, they wish to be there
The girl with the smile, the one with the hair
The girls are jealous, they can’t help but glare
She just holds her head high, pretends not to care
Boys try to impress her, asked out on a dare
Before she has time to stop it, love is in the air
Everyone wants her to himself, not one willing to share
She doesn’t mean to break hearts, tries to be fair
Can’t get away, trouble finds her everywhere
Because when they look, they can’t see a flaw
Every guy she meets, perfectly in awe
This is intriguing. I wonder why the girl 'pretends not to care.' Does she actually feel hurt by everyone? Does she hate her good looks? Does she have a secret? This left me with a lot of questions, but in a good way.
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