by mariea hough
your the first person i think of when i awake,
your the last person i think of when i go to bed.
sometimes i think that you are to busy to even notice my stare,
i love it when you laugh the way your eyes dance when you giggle,
the way your nose dose that little crinkle.
but we can never be, my secret crush i have a someone you see.
thats why i think of us so secretly.