She stares at him across the room
Wondering what he thinks
Starring endlessly in to his savory eyes
They speak
Wondering why,
she's thinking he moves them to meet her gaze.

Round the corner he spins and spins
In his rolling chair he likes to twinge

She laughs
He smiles

In her eyes she sees
His wayward movement
Making her thoughts go blank
Only seeing him

Maybe if it were real
Between them
Shed be happier
She thought to herself.

Crushes are crushes
burried underneath mounds of lushes

Lust is one thing, love is another
She has to wonder
What could it be.

Her heart pumps faster
Instead of just louder