Once you were my only thought;
morning, noon, and night.
And though it seems contrived,
I know,
you meant everythign to me.

But you didn't know i lived,
had no idea I breathed your name
Into the darkness
as night
black and full descended.

Crushes never last for long,
at least thats what they say.
They're really not all that smart
and have certianly
never met you.

Charasmatic is a simple word,
and sparkling eyes is overused.
So what was it,
that thing that drew
me to you?

The laugh that was like a private joke
that only I got.
The utter lack of way with words,
while i possessed
the skill to speak my mind.

Those eyes of yours that burned
when i got close enough to tell.
Most all your music;
the way it soared,
made everything seem right.

It wasn't meant to be;
those eyes of yours don't burn for me.
The joke's no longer funny
and no longer does the music
echo the song of my heart.

- crushing hard by lisa fern 3/02