Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush


Posted on 22nd Jun 2020 03:25 pm by rohit kumar

There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.

When you see that girl it's such a rush.

She's playing hop-scotch with her two best friends

Her hair flowing so wild in the crisp autumn wind.

She is like an angel in your eye

Wherever she walks the sun will shine.

Her beauty is that of the most pleasant flower

Just to have one minute with her shall seem like an hour.

So go talk to her you coward,

is what you say in your mind, but all you can do is just rub your eyes.

This girl you see has got you in a trance

Your head all caught up in this puppy love romance.

So who knows just go and give it a chance.

You never know what she might think of you so just walk up to her and play it cool.

But all you can feel is the sweat dripping from your hands,

you are getting all nervous, your doomed!

You have no plan!

So as you gather your courage and your chest begins to swell,

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Thank you Jesus for they have rung the bell.

 

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