Insatiable Crushes

I think of you, sometimes.
You pop in and out, unexpected.
You're here, in between Statistics and PR.
It keeps me from screaming, sane.

It is a strange thing, these thoughts.
I want to know you.
I want to make you smile.
I want to know if you're ticklish.

Meet me one day, we'll talk, not dance.
I'll see that dimple and hear you laugh.
Lets take that magical ride.
Go down the rabbit hole, take the blue pill.

Come with me for a walk.
The grass between our toes,
Stories hanging in the air
A shared ice cream, shy looks.

Let me know you.
Fill my life with colour, paint me pictures.
Write me a song, tell me everything.
We could be something, you and I.