She hides

She hides the blush so he c a n’ t see.
She hides the smile so he w o n’ t notice.
And she hides the glow she has e v e r y t i m e he touches her.
(Just a brush, that’s all it takes.)

She tries so hard not to hold on when he h u g s her.
She tries not to breathe in his smell when he stands n e x t to her.
And she tries to keep her hand from reaching out and t o u c h i n g his face.
(Using her other hand to hold it down.)

She always watches his e v e r y move.
She always gets lost in his eyes when he looks i n t o hers.
And she always waits until he’s gone b e f o r e she leaves.
(She can’t stand the idea of not being there when he is.)

She loves the feeling she gets when he s m i l e s at her.
She loves it when he holds her hand when he’s w a l k i n g beside her.
And she loves how she can rest on his chest and feel him b r e a t h i n g.
(She longs to be able to do that without using an excuse.)

She wishes that she was the one he t a l k e d about to all his friends.
She wishes that she was the one he t h o u g h t about when he falls asleep.
And she wishes she could say that she loved him and ‘H e’ s m i n e’.
(She goes over those words in her head all day.)

She hurts when she sees them t o g e t h e r.
She hurts when he tells her about how they spent their day t o g e t h e r.
And she hurts knowing it’s her that can say ‘Oh yeah, we’re t o g e t h e r’.
(But she could never let him go.)

The End

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