Why is it that I see her even when I close my eyes, I am sure that in hers I am just one amongst so many others,

Her voice rings in my ears even when it has been weeks since I have heard it, just as clearly as if she was sitting next to me at this very moment.

It is the little things about her that stick out the most, the way she moves her hair and the way she hands tightly together when she is thinking.

It takes a certain kind of fool and coward to not even want to tell her.

A Crush, thats what I would have called it while still in school, nothing else, a mind still to young to understand itself most certainly can't be allowed to let the heart continue its rampaging ways.

Her lips they move so sweetly even when what falls from them may not be so,