I like him.
He’s got a certain glimmer in his eye.
A type of boyish charm that drives me crazy.
He makes me laugh,
He makes me smile.
I light up when I see him.
And I know I shouldn’t,
I know he’ll never feel the same.
It’s sad but I don’t think about that.
I think about how he thinks like I do.
He acts like I do.
And then maybe…
Maybe he feels like I do.
But no one ever feels like I do
But he’s different
He’s got a certain glimmer in his eye
A type of boyish charm that drives me crazy.

















