Like every girl, I have a crush.
Someone I know that makes me blush.
He makes me laugh and he makes me cry.
So much sometimes I think I'll die.
I try to stop because I know
That no relationship could grow.
But still my heart does the flip-flop thing.
In every passing, my eyes to him cling.
I'll fight against it every day
And yes, I'm aware of what you'll say,
"Oh the drama, oh the angst!
Calm down woman." I know... so thanks.
Instead of teasing my daydream affairs
Discourage me in my sighs and stares.
A person's heart when trapped in love
Could sometimes use a big ol' shove.
And if or when my crush is through
I'm rather likely to play the next in queue.