Yet Another Rambling

I talk about my crush WAY too much.

Your face would make Aphrodite jealous

I know my place

I'm not overzealous

You'd never notice me hiding behind a book

But your presence is overwhelming

I can't take a look

I try to pretend that I'm suave

Everyone can see past my act

Help me, dear God

Beauty like yours comes with a price

It's too much for a fool like me

To ask you to be nice

Hopeless is what they call me

Unrequited love and pain

We're all good friends, you see

Within these pages, I can express myself

Paper and pencil instead of eyes and lips

They hear words, to you, I could never tell

Author's Note

Just as the title suggests, I was rambling on.