Every Time
Our hands brush, my face starts to blush.
I whisper to myself, “shush.”
I ask you a question and hope that you reply.
I try.
Every time I see your eyes, they shine.
I can’t tell you how they shine.
Sometimes I wish that you’re mine.
Every time our eyes meet, there’s something there.
I can hear it in the air.
I want to share my feelings with you, but I can’t.
I chant theses words in my head.
“Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.”
I can never win.
Every time.
Every time.
