Sitting with my hands,
pressed against my heart.
I think about the one,
that makes me fall apart.

Following in others footsteps,
I fall for his lips and eyes.
His hair is like no other,
but like all others he lies.

The boy is a heartthrob,
it is just the way he is.
No matter how I try,
he is as irresistible as soda fizz.

His hair slicked back,
is like my obsession.
Yet it seems talking,
puts me in depression.

A glance at his eyes,
my heart starts to melt.
I feel mature in myself,
but I am immune to how I felt.

His crooked smile,
sends shivers down my spine.
They think he is over rated,
but I consider him as mine.

Although my friends,
think I am cute and adorable.
He seems to think,
that I am just ignorable.

My friends try to mitigate,
all the pain inside.
Yet when I detail it,
they see the softer side.