Dreamy blonde hair and amazing blue eyes,
In the library independently working,
She’s sitting across from me.
Training my eyes to look away,
Rational thinking is gone,
All my energy focused on her.
Can’t straighten the words in my head.
Trying to finish my story,
I continue to type nothing, keeping a reason to stay.
Oblivious to my internal struggle,
Never once did she take pause to look my way.
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