For the Little Red Haired Girl
As I sit here in the middle of another endless class, on another endless day of school, I can't help but look, and think about the one thing that makes coming here every day worthwhile. It's not gym class or recess. And it's definitely not the teachers or the lessons. It's the Little Red Haired Girl, who sits in the front desk in the second row of the class.
The Little Red Haired Girl. She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She has the most beautiful eyes. I love the way she smiles. Every time I get bored listening to the teacher, I look over at her. I can't say whether or not it makes the time go faster, because I could look at her forever.
No, I've never spoken to the Little Red Haired Girl. I really want to, but I have always been too afraid. I have tried to talk to her. But that never works. Good grief, every time I try to talk to her, I can never think of anything to say, and even if I had something to say, I know I would never be able to get the words out. Good grief, why do I have to be so wishy-washy?
Sometimes I wonder, why did I have to fall in love with the Little Red Haired Girl? Things would be a lot different if I hadn't. I worry so much about how I'm going to act, what I'm going to say and do when she is around. I think about her all the time. Some days, she is the only thing I can think about. And at night, well, sometimes I am up half the night thinking about her. I can't begin to think how many nights I have stayed up thinking of her.
Sometimes I also wonder, what would happen if I did talk to her. I really would like to ask her to go out and get a root beer float. I'm afraid to ask. That's why I don't. I'm afraid to ask because I just know she will say no. But on the other hand, I know if I never ask, I will hate myself for the rest of my life. I would do anything to have a chance with the Little Red Haired Girl. And when I think of how I will probably never have a chance with her, it hurts....it hurts a lot.
As I sit here in the middle of another endless class, on another endless day of school, I can't help but look, and think about the one thing that makes coming here every day worthwhile. It's not gym class or recess. And it's definitely not the teachers or the lessons. It's the Little Red Haired Girl, who sits in the front desk in the second row of the class.
The Little Red Haired Girl. She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She has the most beautiful eyes. I love the way she smiles. Every time I get bored listening to the teacher, I look over at her. I can't say whether or not it makes the time go faster, because I could look at her forever.
No, I've never spoken to the Little Red Haired Girl. I really want to, but I have always been too afraid. I have tried to talk to her. But that never works. Good grief, every time I try to talk to her, I can never think of anything to say, and even if I had something to say, I know I would never be able to get the words out. Good grief, why do I have to be so wishy-washy?
Sometimes I wonder, why did I have to fall in love with the Little Red Haired Girl? Things would be a lot different if I hadn't. I worry so much about how I'm going to act, what I'm going to say and do when she is around. I think about her all the time. Some days, she is the only thing I can think about. And at night, well, sometimes I am up half the night thinking about her. I can't begin to think how many nights I have stayed up thinking of her.
Sometimes I also wonder, what would happen if I did talk to her. I really would like to ask her to go out and get a root beer float. I'm afraid to ask. That's why I don't. I'm afraid to ask because I just know she will say no. But on the other hand, I know if I never ask, I will hate myself for the rest of my life. I would do anything to have a chance with the Little Red Haired Girl. And when I think of how I will probably never have a chance with her, it hurts....it hurts a lot.