Dear Matthew,
Here I am again sneaking a glance at you,
You naturally pull me—my eyes always seemed to find you,
You have this magnetic pull—I gravitate towards you,
But I'm afraid what you might feel or do if you knew that I like you
Matthew,
I am standing on a slippery slope,
But is it so wrong to want to hope?
I know that a girl like me has no place in your plans,
Matthew—I know that I don't stand a chance
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