Crush
Why is it called a crush, you ask?
You like a girl with every fiber of your being
You’re attracted to her, she’s all you’re ever seeing
Feelings bubble and never simmer down,
You can’t stand to ever see her frown
So, we’re back to the word. Crush
It means when you see them, you get a rush
But you’re crushed with pain
Crushed with longing
Crushed with the notion that she will be belonging
To you.
She barely ever looks my way,
But when she does, it makes my day
I nearly always have to pray
That one day
She’ll be mine