Crush
Crushed or a crush
I don't know but it's a rush
He sees you smiled and hesitant
Will he ever know the extent
Of what you feel for him
Of what you think you could be
It might be on a whim
It's a possibility
Seeing him sitting there
With personality that flairs
His style is tranquil
And time seemed to be still
Everything I saw made my heart warm
I could see it in his eyes it had my soul transformed
Imagining his hand into mine
Maybe that's what God designed
The only answer was on the tip of my tongue
I guess my words will stay unsung
Desire or be desired
If I said I was both I'd be a liar
He listens and projects
He might be perfect
when your
seeing him sitting there
with his piercings and radiant hair
His smile could cure depression
His words always left an impression
Of something deeper past all perception
Everything he would say
I would soak up day after day
Motivate, exhilarate, invigorating me to dream bigger than before
Inspire, aspire, admiring everything he is speaking for
He opened my mind and explained his conceptions
We walked all the way home and made a new connection
The only thing that I know
is I want him to like me so
Damn much
It torments
My heart
With segments
Of hope that departs
Will he ever like me it would be a start
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