Frequency

Frequency
By Kyle Oakeson

I’m friends with this girl
She’s quite a big deal.
But she’s not mine,
I wish she was.

She’s in my head,
While I’m in bed,
Trying to sleep
Through the night.

We’re just friends
That’s where it ends;
At least I think so,
I may be wrong.

Though I see her often
And I know there’s somethin’
Between her and I
I just can’t tell.

So if you see the girl,
Give her this mail:
That I want her heart to beat
In frequency with mine.