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I still remember
The third of December
Me in her sweater
She said it looked better
Then it did at her.
Only if she knew
How much I liked her
My dark days glow brigher
Only if I catch sight of her.
I watch her as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue skies.
She has got me mesmerized
She looks at me while I die.
Why would she ever kiss me
I am not even half as pretty
She gave me her sweater
But it’s just polyester.
Perhaps, she didn’t like sweater
And she doesn’t like me either
I wish I were with Heather.
Now she is standing behind me
I don’t even look at her
How could I hate her
God maybe took ages
For just to create her.
Those pretty conversations
Awkward situations.
I don’t have a label
For our relation
How I am under tension
We’re no more than just friends.
But that changes as she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue skies.
She has got me mesmerized
She looks at me while I die.
Why would she ever kiss me
I am not even half as pretty
She gave me her sweater
But it’s just polyester.
Perhaps, she didn’t like sweater
And she doesn’t like me either
I wish I were with Heather.
She stands beside me
Her arm over my shoulder
Now I am getting colder.
How could I take her
She is such an angel
I am just a failure
My feelings get stranger.
She looks at me with confused eyes
Mixed look of love and strong shines
Brighter than the blue skies
She has got me mesmerized
She holds my hand being shy.
Time stops as she kiss me
She made me feel so pretty.
It’s not about the sweater
She knew that I love her
And she too is my lover.
Oh God, I am with Heather!