Vintage?
What is it?
Is it old style or old school?
Is it bold beyond compare?
Or soft and fades in the back?
Does its colors entrance you?
Does its hues charm you?
Can it attract crowds of people?
Or push them away?
Will it blossom for you?
Or blossom for me?
Will it blossom at all?
Did you know that my shirt is considered that so called "vintage"?
Probably not
You never really do
I just stand behind you
A follower in the crowd
Only considered a classmate
Nothing more
Nothing less... I hope
I might get a "Hi"
A simple "Hi" and my heart pounds
Your voice haunts my dreams
Your out look plagues my fears
Fears this is all for nothing
Fears this is a hopeless unrequited love
But you wouldn't know
How could you?
You could just turn an eye in my direction
But I guess that's too much to ask
So stay ignorant
Of life
Of your secret admirer
Of me
And my so called "vintage"!
luvd_n_forgotten Community Member 
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