When you're not here my imagination goes wild, I think about all the things I would do and that I should have done to you.
When you're here my mind is blank and I can't find the right words so i remain silent 'cause I don't want to mess up.
I dream about you're lips moving but my ears are numb, wanting to grasp onto every word you say but hearing everything else but you; the traffic, the footsteps on the wet asfalt, the creeks of the autumn leaves, the gossip two girls are exchanging three steps from us...
Why am I so distracted, why can't I concentrate on you when I AM with you, why is everything such blurr when you're around.
You look at me with your deep blue eyes, a strain of hair crosses you're face, I know you're hands are warm and mine are cold but I'm too shy to flirt with you saying:"Hold this" you would open your hands expecting an object maybe, but I'll just let my hand fall in yours, entwine my fingers with yours, tighten the grip, look at you with hopeful eyes and a small dorky smile, maybe not so small.
And in that moment we would both know that it's not just my hand you should hold but also my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Crushes
Teen Fictionyou know what...this will become an album about my crushes hope they won't find out
