Staring

She stares at him across the room,
Wondering what he thinks.
Starring endlessly in to his savory eyes
They speak.
Wondering why,
she's thinking, he moves his eyes to meet her gaze.

Round the corner he spins and spins,
In his rolling chair he likes to twinge.

She laughs.
He smiles.

In her eyes she sees,
His wayward movement,
Making her thoughts go blank.
Only seeing him,

Maybe if it were real
Between them
She'd be happier,
She thought to herself.

Crushes are crushes
buried underneath mounds of lushes

Lust is one thing, love is another
She has to wonder
What could it be.

Her heart pumps faster
Instead of just louder.