I wish that if he liked me,
He would say.
I wish that if I liked him,
I could say.
I wish there was no shyness or rejection.
But...
I wish that if I liked him,
Everything would be all right.
His eyes are mysterious,
And sometimes look serious.
They show me he's happy,
Or maybe a bit snappy.
His smile glows bright,
And always looks right.
He makes me want to smile,
And I do the whole while.
I wish to go comfort him,
When he looks so grim.
I want to give him a big hug,
But am only able to shrug.
He talks to me so nice,
That I feel I'm in paradise.
He jokes and smiles,
As I build up his profile.
He looks at me so strange,
I realize that everything has changed.
He's not the boy I hate --
But rather one I would date.
I wonder what to say or do,
Or if he even feels this way too.
I keep quiet because of fear,
And wonder if I'll ever be sincere.
Time goes by quick,
Without any click.
And I quietly sit there --
Wishing we were a pair.
