Just some poetry

XXXII. Crush

I have a crush on this boy,
And my does he make me weak.
His bright blue eyes stare into mine,
My knees can't seem to stand straight.
His outfit of a white and blue flannel,
Make his eyes seem brighter.
With his stare I feel so weak.
His face so elegant with every curve,
And bone. His lips so perfect and his eyes
So wild.
When he laughs I can feel my heart beat,
As I stare at him, his face radiant.
He says my name that makes me weak,
His touch makes me shiver.
But yet when I'm with him,
I'm so comfortable.
I'm scared to show him me,
To let him see how messed up I truly am.
I really like him,
And his brilliant blue eyes,
And I hope he truly likes me.