I see you every day,
Your smile so bright and warm,
And every time our eyes meet,
My heart takes on a storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s something about you,
That makes my world stand still,
But every time I try to speak,
I lose my voice, lose my will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve got this crush,
It\u2019s deep, it\u2019s real, it\u2019s true,
But the words are trapped inside me,
Too afraid to reach you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What if you don\u2019t feel the same?
What if I ruin what we have?
These thoughts keep me silent,
In the shadows, I remain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I imagine telling you,
Letting it all pour out,
But fear grips my heart,
Filling my mind with doubt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I keep it all inside,
This secret, this desire,
Hoping one day I\u2019ll find the courage,
To step into the fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because every time you laugh,
Or say my name with ease,
I wonder what it\u2019d be like
To share more than just a tease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But for now, I\u2019ll just admire,
From a distance, from afar,
Wishing on a silent star
That you might feel it too, someday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I\u2019ll keep my crush a secret,
Locked safely in my heart,
Until the day I\u2019m brave enough,
To let the truth impart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe that day will come,
When I find the strength to say,
That you\u2019re the one I think of,
In every single way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019ve got this crush,It\u2019s deep, it\u2019s real, it\u2019s true,But the words are trapped inside […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2497,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[109,35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2496","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-crushonyou","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-12631000.jpeg?fit=975%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2493,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-unspoken-crush-spoken-word\/","url_meta":{"origin":2496,"position":0},"title":"The Unspoken Crush spoken word.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"August 28, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I see you every day,From a distance, just a glance,And every time you\u2019re near,My heart skips like it\u2019s in a dance. 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