Maybe it’s a stretch to say you like me

A stretch to think that you’ll notice me

A stretch to look at your sweater and think I’ll wear it someday

Or maybe all these dreams

Are worth something

And it’s not a stretch at all

Maybe your arms will hold onto mine and stretch far in the air as we laugh

I know it’s a stretch to imagine these fantasies

But maybe one day you’ll notice

How much I reach for you

Stretch my arms to their extent

Trying to get you to notice me

I know it’s a stretch

But it’s one that keeps me happy

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