Anthony
He is 1 grade lower,
But in my heart I see much more
I wish I had guts and 1 ounces aint enough
I love his voice,
Even when it’s not directed to me
Ill stare,
Then turn when he glances over
It’s a split second rush when his eyes meet mine
I try to impress when he walks on by
I’ll go silent when in a conversation,
As he brushes up against me
His eyes are a deep shade of brown,
I love when they get big and light up with joy
Idk if he likes me,
But I don’t think I care
He’s got me head over heels,
Just by the way he appears
He don’t know that I got a crush on him,
And I wonder if it’s fair
My friends say they’ll tell,
Idk if much of that is true,
I only hope not
Can he only just try to love me?