Crush, by Becky Louise
There he is, that boy, my crush.
He is walking over with a smile on his face, I can feel
myself starting to blush.
Do I smile back? Do I talk to him? Do I wave?
He walks toward me, my heart beat is quickening.
When I talk about him my freinds find it quite sickening.
Oh My God he is virtually in front of me, I open my mouth to
say 'Hello' but he walks straight past me.
I turn my head to see that he is with his freinds.
It wasn't me he had been smiling at.
I have no idea why I thought that.
He never notices me.
Even though I've had a crush on him since year three.
There he is, that boy, my crush
|Posted: 2009-07-27 19:06:32 UTC|
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