~a poem~

Are we flirting?
Cause he keeps smiling,
and I keep smiling,
and we’re acting stupid goofy
even though we’re supposed to be studying.

It’s hard for me
to take my eyes
off his eyes.
I can feel the bubbliness
bubble up in me.

He’s so pretty,
with curly full hair,
and caramel perfect skin.

I want to ask him out.
I want to smell his neck.
I want to kiss him.

But our exam is in a few days,
and he probably has a girlfriend.
He’s too pretty to
not have a girlfriend.

But why does he keep smiling at me?
Cause I can’t stop myself from
smiling back.

Is he flirting with me?

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