I saw through the window,
As you say under the tree .
Looking as beautiful as Popular girls would be,
But you sat there crying about your broken shoe,
As I became a ladies gentleman by applying crazy glue.
You stopped crying, as I swept you off your feet;
And showed you affection, by smiling with beautiful, white teeth.
I started to speak, but the words won't come out.
I didn't want to say any crap, so I shut my mouth.
I held her in my arms, and said don't take the risk .
As she came closer and gave me a kiss.
I loved her from that day forth,
Under that  tree; we found love,
Although I wasn't as Popular, as she was.
Returning to my worthless days;
Out that window, again I gaze.
Yet to see, she as found someone else;
Which shattered my heart, and caused it to shred.
If being popular is a crime;
Then I shall go to jail, and do my time.

Tremar Ivey