I once had a crush
so beautiful so kind
I was young, so bashful
and, so blind
I could not tell
whether I liked her or not
When I was around her
I felt quite distraught
I wasted much time
without realizing my feelings
Then it was too late
she found someone intriguing
She loved another man
Not me but another
So I ran away feeling
to be simply a bother
I stop talking to friends
who stood around her
In work I shall find myself alone
So I’ll move to another