by J.J. Campbell
those damn dark
eyes
piercing my soul
even though you
haven't looked
my way in years
like a child i
dream about
kissing you
under fireworks
of a fading
july sun
i once had the
courage to say
hello and try
my luck
but i chickened
out when i saw
what i looked
like in leather
because anyone
as beautiful as
you only likes
the bad boys
i don't have
the money for
a harley but
you're young
plenty of time
for you to come
to your senses
and notice the
pudgy dreamer
longing over in
the corner
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