A love song from my oc’s perspective

I’ve already fallen for them,

But they’re in love with the shy girl with the pretty hair.

This person I’ve fallen for,

They’ll never realize that I’m waiting by the door.

Why can’t they just open up their eyes and see me standing there?

I will climb a thousand stairs, carry boulders three times my weight for them.

I will pick a hundred flowers,

Walk mile after mile,

All for them.

I’m a shy girl too, but I know they’ll never notice me.

I’m just a friend to them.

I’ve listened to them talk about their type for hours,

Wondering how they don’t realize I fit into that category.

So yes,

I will climb a thousand stairs, carry boulders three times my weight for them.

I will pick a hundred flowers,

Walk mile after mile,

All for them.

They don’t know that in my eyes they’re prettier than a bouquet of flowers.

They just see the girl who’s holding the hand of another.

They don’t see me, the girl who will gladly hold their hand.

They’re chasing a star that shines for someone else,

Instead of looking at the sun close at hand.

So yes,

I will climb a thousand stairs, carry boulders three times my weight for them.

I will pick a hundred flowers,

Walk mile after mile,

All for them.

I wish they would wake up and see me,

And realize that maybe…

We’re meant to be.