Crush

wrote a poem then I deleted it Turned it to a song, - lyrics and beat didn't match Ran out of ideas,creat - ivity blur I'd call but "Pride" said don't tell him how you feel And if he felt it too he'd put you on the line first Butterflies are rare but in my stomach there's plenty An athletic heartbeat- can you feel it racing? Promise to catch my spark, Promise to be my star Shine your light on me when it get's too dark,when days get tough,and it no longer feels like a walk in the park I said Promise to catch my spark and Promise to be my star Sit and wonder till you can wonder no more Cos here in my heart lies a place you can always call home I don't know what the feeling's called but I know your name is "crush"