She is almost always seen with a pencil in her mouth,

Staring at something no-one can see,

And I wish I could find a way to tell her,

Being a “weird oddity,”

Hasn’t just attracted me.

 

He stares at her every time she looks away,

And I can only wish and hope,

Their eyes meet one day.

 

Although her head is filled with poetry,

It is pushed back my darker thoughts,

Ones similar to the things that once plagued me.

 

She doesn’t think herself beautiful,

Or even worthy of praise,

But without her the world would be even more dull.

 

No one who cares about her,

Would ever think her weird or ugly,

Not him and certainly never me.