Crush
I like your sore red lips,
i like those eyes when you wink
I like the smiles that you bring
and I like the moment you make me happy
I consider you as my crush, intuition I think I have
you make me happy
with those looks
and smiles you share
I always dream that you were mine
always dream that your holding my hand
even though Im not your FIRST
but always want to be your LAST