The Special Boy
We go to a different school,
We connect when we play pool
I think about him every night,
But we flirt when we fight
He was blonde I was, I am brown
When I’m with him I’m wearing a crown
He wears shorts, I wear skirts,
If he calls me chicken he’ll get hurts
He’s good at pool
But I better at school
I have style,
He wishes he could run a mile
There are people who don’t understand,
Why I like this special man
By Sydney M.
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