My 5th-grade Crush


Millie
Strolling by with perfect grace
With the flip of your hair
The classroom obeys
Turning heads
One by one we stare
Unable to bare
The thought of approaching you

Lips wet and heart racing
My legs carry me to you
I can't breathe, I can't speak
All I want is a kiss
Just a peck on the cheek
Yet a "talk to the hand"
Is all I receive

It's over now
My crush won't face me
As if chalk on the board
My love has erased me

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