Not allowed to write about love
No reason or whys
This is about my first crush
The girl passed right by me
I smile softly to the one with curls
She is the cutest I’ve ever seen
Her face straight from a cover girl magazine
Her eyes are too much for this world
A honey made for me
I walk away to the other end.
I see, she really notices me.
I continue talking to my friends.
When another girl has her eyes on me
Dropping her books
Putting her ass where I can see.
In front of my friends, I had to pretend,
That It was a joy
I have one thing to say,
Why did I allow myself to be stung by the wrong bee?