by roberto alaurin
I want to write a note, but i don't know what to say.
I wonder how you would act if I approached you in such a way.
I try my best not to stare or to view your account.
I'm afraid that if I talk to you, you're gonna put me down.
I admire everything about you, from your eyes to your smile.
I guess that I'll sit back and just wait for a while.
Your caramel skin, your luscious lips, your long black hair.
If you were magic I'd buy a locket and make you my lucky charm.
I guess that this is silly because it's just a crush.
Now every time I see you, my cheek get blush.
I can't believe I'm acting this way I'm almost twenty-seven.
Oh well, too bad, I just don't care because you are my crush..