Dani
Today she had her hair tied back
She never looks in my dirction
Just giving me something to look at
Somedays she sees me drawing
And ask whats that
Little does she know its her
I've become obsessed with her smell
Not having it is hell
I love the way I'd never dare
To talk to her its not fair
I sit right behind her
Yet I'm so far away
For the under-dog
There will come a day
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