I’m Invisible, I’m Invisible! The girl I like doesn’t see me.
I’m invisible! What a thunderous woe it is to be me!
When I see her I melt
Like ice cream in summer.
If I told her how I felt
It might turn into a bummer.
I hope she likes me too!
Or learns my name at least.
Or notices my smile too,
Or says hello at least.
When I see her I always get nervous
The butterflies in my stomach all a-circus
Juggling and clowning and running and clowning!
She makes me smile, she gives me pain,
The ache of love is such a strain.
It tugs my heart ‘til it’s a noose,
And every bit of strength has broken loose.
I love her laugh and her beaming smile
I wish she would talk to me a while
We can chat about her favorite things…
Like…peaches…dolls and…rings…?
I could look into her eyes,
Her beautiful green…blue…brown eyes?
Maybe I don’t know her as much as I think…
Maybe I don’t- doesn’t that stink?
I know she’s never a mess,
I love her striped…polka dot dress?
What is it about her that I love?
Her eyes, her smile, all of the above?
Through some hard thinking, I think I see
That maybe she’s the one invisible to me.
Love can be selfish, love can be kind
But maybe it’s a road I have to find!
I think each and every one of you would agree,
I have to see her before she can see me.
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