# years

A smile comes to her face without much effort,
The glow in her eyes is but the least she can afford,
I pray she struggles NOT,
Wondering how much shes worth,
n on behalf of mankind I gratify she who gave her birth.

A likle I die; every single time she strolls by,
a likle bit more; whenever she saes hi,
I know yo probably wondering why,
U see; on a daily basis we see; me her n her P R O B A B L Y me,
We talk; occasionally; like whe I say excuse me while wat I really mean z I wont mind even if u squeeze me. ,
we meet countle nights when a remote controlled replica of her sneaks into my dreams, but even then she sits NOT beside me.

Days have gone by, months as well, Im embarassed to say but years too,
n not just one, It now stands at one plus two.

My tearless face shows the patience I feel,
I know shes outta my league, shes been ever since, n I"ve been working my way up for 3 years just so that I stand a chance, I only pray it doesnt take me 3 more, for my heart to heal. coz in my mind its all so real.
Maybe next year, or the year after that I will master the courage to ask her awt for a drink.. but before then, I hope its just a crush!