When I was a Crusher
By Michelle Stiles
When I was thirteen I had a crush on this boy.
When he looked at me it gave me joy.
His eyes were green and his complexion was tan.
I could tell he would be handsome as a man.
My friend had told me he liked me before I knew his name.
I thought he was somebody else that was lame.
When I found out who he was I said, “Oh so that’s who he is?!”
I had said that in front of him and I knew my chance was missed.
For I had told my friend that I didn’t like him, thinking it was the other guy.
I regret saying that in front of him and for being shy
Because I never told him how I felt.
Even when I se him now I melt.
But he’s had a girlfriend for a couple of years.
Seeing how I missed my chance gives me tears.
Who knows though, there might be hope.
But thinking about it now makes me mope.
When he looked at me it gave me joy.
His eyes were green and his complexion was tan.
I could tell he would be handsome as a man.
My friend had told me he liked me before I knew his name.
I thought he was somebody else that was lame.
When I found out who he was I said, “Oh so that’s who he is?!”
I had said that in front of him and I knew my chance was missed.
For I had told my friend that I didn’t like him, thinking it was the other guy.
I regret saying that in front of him and for being shy
Because I never told him how I felt.
Even when I se him now I melt.
But he’s had a girlfriend for a couple of years.
Seeing how I missed my chance gives me tears.
Who knows though, there might be hope.
But thinking about it now makes me mope.
