My Beau

November 17, 2009
By Kaylamic SILVER, Glenbeulah, Wisconsin
Kaylamic SILVER, Glenbeulah, Wisconsin
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How is it that I spend every hour of every day thinking of you, and yet you have no clue.

You always catch me when I stare, your smile, followed by your girlfriends glare.

I stumble on my words when we talk, I drool over that sexy walk. How can you not see, it's written all over me.

What would happen if you knew the truth, would you be the boy I dreamed of in my youth. I guess I will never know, if you were supposed to be my beau.



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