Does he notice me?
Or maybe share the same curiousity I have?
It's ridiculous, I know
But the childhood notion that nothing is impossible,
kind of gives me a glimmer of hope
Not enough to back up an attempt
But certainly enough of a glimmer to shine
and distract me like keys to a cat
He's the typical crush in my mind
Maybe not a James Dean or a Gregory Peck
But neither of them either struck my fancy
He does, in every quirky mannerism her performs
That glimmer he gives me,
Can he see it in my eyes?
I am walking sin
There is no escaping it
I know my ending