I stand here on the corridor now looking at the boy i admire,
We all have that one boy in which we desire,
He's my world, my life, my everything, i want him so
And in my heart i know that his path will be the way i go.
He's a tall boy with short striking hair,
He makes my heart flutter when i catch his stare,
He has the butterflies inside me performing a dance,
Every move he makes has me in a trance.
Although he doesn't know it he holds the key to my heart,
He is the paintbrush and i his canvas for him to make his art,
My feelings how ever fragile ...