In the morning, before the bell, I see him with his friends
Deep down, I want him to know
As walk over to them, he flashed that million dollar smile
When I get there, I greet them and get greeted in return
He says -Whats Good, Teesha?- with that special charm I cant help but love
And every time he does it, butterflies flutter in my stomach
My heart beats, as if it wants to come out
Damn, I wish he knew
-Nothing!- I responded; our eyes locked on each other
I was hooked & he was drawing me in...
Into those big brown eyes, I love to gaze upon
If he does knew... -what would happen?-
Would we get together or would things stay the same?
Would holding hands, staying up late on the phone & writing love notes
Would that be the outcome or would it be a fantasy of mine
