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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