Alana Collins
Writer and Poet
Out of my league.
Why are you so out of my league?
Is it because I’m too much of a geek?
I love you so much, and I wished you would care.
Secretly I bet you’re as cuddly as a bear!
You seem to be everywhere I go.
It almost seems as if I’m on a reality TV show.
Sometimes in class, I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.I find myself wishing, round the next corner you’re the one I find.
You slowly seem to be noticing me more every day.
I wish you wouldn’t keep yourself at bay.
I hope you’re noticing me more for the best.
I don’t want to be examined for a girlfriend test.
I’m sure we would make a brilliant pair if you’d give me a chance.
And I don’t want to be asked out for you by your mates in advance.
I heard that you’re sweet, and I know it’s true.
Please take me out of my love sickness which is making me feel blue.
I know you’ve got popularity, confidence, and street cred.
But surely you’ve got a heart that loves, beats, and is red.
I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve got something to ask.
It’s not really a lot; it’s just a little task.
One lunchtime, find me so we can go on our first walk.
And while we’re going for a walk, we can have our first talk.