Bibolotti
I walked into first period.
The first thing I see is his face.
Watching him watching me,
I react with so much haste.
My heart starts beating.
My palms starts to sweat.
I get nervous and start babbling.
My nerves start to fret.
Bibolotti is what I call him,
But he has a unique name,
But I don't want him to know that I think of him
So I play the name game.
A few weeks I've been feeling him.
My heart making a slow transgression,
But I can't talk to him
For I have fear of rejection.
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