Crush Poem by Portia Lane

He's Quiet
With a gentle smile

He's Shy
But his personalities loud

I'm Hidden
Behind shaded eyes

I'm Squirming
As he passes by

I'm Sweating
Cause now I'm hot

I'm Wishing
This moment would pause

Just Freeze
So I can linger longer

And Absorb
His essence as he walks over

But Reality
Doesn't grant my wishes

He Passes
Me without a gesture

I'm Lost
In my own thoughts

I'm Hoping
That he will stop

Please Turn
And walk back to me

Then Speak
Words so passionately

I melt
In your arms

He doesn't
Turn or speak to me

I'm forced
Back to reality