I’m drawn to her by forces I can’t verbally express so I will draw this to you. Enchanted by her very existence. Her presence is like a drop of water on the tongue of a desert man panting for a drink; just enough to have a taste of what could quench the thirst of my heart But doesn’t really. She’s My crush so I’m definitely afraid. Afraid to text cause I could easily be another clown trying to slide so I maintain my position at the sidelines of her life, pretending I can’t see her while I watch 22 other undeserving dudes play. I could wave but that could chase her away cause she’s ‘fly’. So I sit in my chair and have day dreams of my dream girl. She’s so close yet so far away. So mine and yet not. I’m in love with the thought of ‘us’ but I know that’s impossible. I could hope to have her one day but it’s easier to hope that my feelings fade away.