What A Rush, It's Just a Crush

I'm pulling at my hair
Blushes creeping into my face
It's a good thing that you're taller
And that you can't hear my heart race

Every evening I listen closely to you
Talk about your day and every
Beautiful girl you would
Rather be with
And I cross
My heart
And
Hope that
Maybe one
Day that girl you
Fancy could be the girl
You're talking to right now
Because I will never leave you
Even if all we can ever be is just friends

"She must be beautiful,"
I tell you with a sigh to myself
You agree and chuckle, knowing just
How beautiful she really is, which is only a
Single reason you like her. Theres so many that
Beauty is hardly even key to your feelings.
How I wish that I could be at the level
Of which you value her attention
"Yes, she really is beautiful."

As I go to bed tonight,
Your face upon my mind
I know tomorrow I shall wake
To no surprise shall I find

It's always going to be you.


I'm pulling at my hair
Blushes creeping into my face
It's a good thing that you're taller
And that you can't hear my heart race