Dear Crush

Dear Crush, I got my gallery full of your pictures My wall is full of my writings 'bout you When friends ask me who you are, I say you're mine ' cause if I don't they'll ask for your number and I swear it's the last thing I would do, To lose you Furthermore, it feels right you being mine When I tell them of how we met last time Those hugs and smooches, The sweet moments that were always eager to end, They drool over you They can't stand your figure and the thought of my luck So they sit down and humble And ask me to find them someone like you They say that you must be having friends like you If only they knew you were just fantasy, And we have never met but only in dreams They would laugh at me, They would call me names for my inauthenticity And eliminate me from their crew For they would think am a shame to manhood But I know what am in for I know you'll be mine one day That's why am still hanging on this end of the rope Waiting for you to cross the finish line You may be too swift for me But at times I beat the snails Doesn't matter as long as I reach the horizon And rekindle that hope of us Not just behind my keyboard but in reality. Make those dreams come true and shame the streets Make my homies recognize me for the prowess I never had. So, I was talking to cupid And he gave me an arrow Gave me a bow and taught me how to aim at the string I am trying to hit the mark But the target is out of sight Dear crush, come along before I become a sophisticated marksman 'cause I might hit the wrong targets Be mine.