I found this scrawled on a page in my math notebook, thus why it isn't stellar. It speaks for itself, though, and I've been archiving all of my stuff here, so why not?

Brown-Haired Purple Girl

Quit stealin' my heart,
pretty girl standing so tall
and putting me to shame.

What did I ever do to you?
I'm innocent, leave me be,
and my god, those eyes so sweet...

You look so fine,
and my heart is so weak and feeble
that you've blown it away.

Every day I say
something, not enough. And it's evil,
I think, the way your hair shines.

I look and think that you must be so neat
and it's very plain that you're to good for me.
Don't deny it, it's true.

Just one word, I'd be yours, I'd be tame.
I might give it up for you, give it all,
but all I ask is that you quit stealin' my heart.