pretty white shoes

one glance at youand the floor is above meI can't find my shoeit's getting awful barmy!see, you make me write silly things that rhyme. you make me stand taller, smile brighter, even throw forks when I'm usually in control! Fantasia knows how you make me feel, 'cause when I see you...gosh! i was down the other day, then I saw you and it was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. no explanation. you make my heart smile. I miss walking past you, maybe catching a whiff of your cologne. I love those white shoes, you are so on! I miss sitting near you, ordering the same things, doing our own stuff, but doing them together in my head. and when you asked me if that chair was taken...boy you sure know how to make a girl swoon. my campus road misses you. not the same view out of my window without you.I'm embarrasingly crushing on you. giddily able to shake that 'embarrass' off though. so, maybe I play it up a little, where else would I get drama. but you do me like that for real. I'm crushing and loving it. you will probably never know my name, but that's ok. you have made me feel less love sick and more human. what more could I ask for? chris martin is smiling at me. not sadly, not with pity, but with hope. knowing that i'm not going to stop seeking and i sure as hell will be finding! you are a symbol of hope for me. because you make me feel things that i thought i had left in a siberian wasteland. and russians don't scare me. maybe a little...but I'm a warm-blooded princess again, not a bloody ice queen anymore. you make me laugh at myself. doing things I should have done when I was a teenager. I'm sweating in the cold, blushing, feeling the flush that's my body's way of reminding me that I can feel again. there's pain from the un-numbing of my big red tinker, but it won't kill me. tickle me, tingle like pins and needles, even make me smile because I know that the worst is over. i survived. and I have a crush on a smiling, white-shoed pretty boy.