"Somebody likes you. If I weren't too bashful, I'd tell you who!"
My mouth becomes dry and my palms perspire,
Within me is an unrestrained fire.
As the sounds buzz and drone all around me,
My sight is a blur, an uncertainty.
Confusion takes its toll, my mind is bare,
I cannot breathe, and I struggle for air.
But sadly, all my feelings are in vain.
All I do is inflict me more pain.
Where my head disagrees, my heart says yes,
So I am now in a terrible mess.
Because this is all a fervent pining,
For someone who won’t return my liking.
A flight of my own imagination,
An unrequited infatuation.