My Crush

At the bus stand, I stand alone, A heart that yearns, yet feels unknown. She wears her pink dress once a week, A silent beauty, my voice so meek. I don’t know her name, her voice, her smile, But in her face, I find my while. In her eyes, I lose my way, Yet words to speak, I can’t convey. My thoughts are tangled, fears in place, I question worth, doubt my face. Insecure and lost, I long to be, The one she notices, the one she sees. But how to bridge this silent space, To win her heart, to find my place? With trembling voice, I wish to start, A simple “hi” to speak my heart. Her pink dress sways, a weekly light, In that moment, all feels right. But still, I wait, unsure, unseen, In this silent, distant dream. Yet hope remains, a tiny spark, To overcome this lingering dark. With courage small, I’ll take a stand, And maybe one day, touch her hand.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO INTERACT WITH HER, PLEASE HELP ME GUYS 🥺