Sunday, 18 September 2011

Crushing behind a closet

These butterflies
they flutter in my tummy

That warm feeling
it rans in my blood

Those stars
they dance before my eyes

it's like i have a sugar rush
even from a distance
its like am flying

No,
its like am falling
and when he looks my way

its like am in a race
with no helmet on
and am crushing
crushing

please make it stop
make it stop
we are just friends
oh! so he thinks
maybe its what i think!

Wink*
P.J.Orogot

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