There’s no us.
It was my typical crush.
I’ve got to admit, I love to see her blush.
Maybe it’s not a crush.
Maybe this can be love.
This is me wearing my heart on my sleeve.
And I wish I could believe in you and me.
But I know,
this is nothing but a dream.
So it’s best that I just leave.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2015