Stare

Every day I sit and stare,
At the boy who doesnt even know
That I am there.

I defend this boy when he is called dumb,
And I chide him when he does wrong.

I get on his nerves and him on mine
That is hte way it is him and I.

There was a time we would hit and scream,
But now we do not do a thing.

This boy of blue eyes and blonde hair sits and stares,
As I imagine a world were he loves me too.