Crush(ed)

Each day I sit and
beg with silent plea as
she passes by my desk.

Speak to me, or
let me speak to her.
But I lack the
courage, the
will, the
want.
More afraid that
she’ll say yes
than no.

Each morning I look
forward to those stolen glances, the
shy smiles that could be chalked
up to simple manners.

I would like something,
more, but this is all
I deserve.

She deserves better than
to be hit on at work.
Besides, she would
rather speak to
another.

By Erik Shinker

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7 thoughts on “Crush(ed)

  1. theburningheart

    Everyone on the World is waiting.

    The world is divided in half, says a song:

    Those who carry a flower in their hands and dare not give it to anyone.

    And the other half, who expect someone to give them that flower. 🙂

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