He saw her standing there
The girl with the pretty face
He could only stand and stare
As his heart began to race
She was so lovely
On her he had a crush
She was so sexy
Thoughts of her made him blush
She was always in his head
The girl with the great figure
And on his bed
He dreams of her
He saw her every day
At his school
So much he wanted to say
But he thought he was not cool
He wanted to approach her
And tell her how he felt
She was like no other
She made his heart melt
He wanted to go forward
So they could meet
But he turned coward
He got cold feet
He wanted to tell her
He thinks she's so sweet
Then he would remember
He has cold feet
He was so very shy
To the girl he wanted to meet
He will always be this guy
The one with the cold feet.
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
