I’ve got a little crush on a face so strange,
someone I don’t know, someone out of range.
Never spoke a word, not a look to stay,
yet something in his silence takes my breath away.
Just his small gestures, the way he waits for me,
feels like kindness wrapped in mystery.
He probably doesn’t know I’m here,
just a passerby, unseen,
but when he’s near, my mind turns seventeen.
Butterflies rush, I forget how to breathe,
how to walk straight, how to just be me.
Would he ever notice, the awkward girl I seem?
Smiling at a moment that only lives in dream.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
I’ve got a little crush on a face so strange,
someone I don’t know, someone out of range.
Never spoke a word, not a look to stay,
yet something in his silence takes my breath away.
Just his small gestures, the way he waits for me,
feels like kindness wrapped in mystery.
He probably doesn’t know I’m here,
just a passerby, unseen,
but when he’s near, my mind turns seventeen.
Butterflies rush, I forget how to breathe,
how to walk straight, how to just be me.
Would he ever notice, the awkward girl I seem?
Smiling at a moment that only lives in dream.
Crush
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