My Secret Love for Him

by gasping for air

Each time,
That I see him,
My heart stops,
My stomach flip flops.
When I know,
I'm going to see him,
I feel nervous,
And I notice the butterflies.
I wish,
That I could just come out,
And say how I feel,
How much I want a chance to be with him.
But no matter how much I try,
Or how much I want to,
I can't do it,
I can't tell him how I feel in my heart.
It hurts,
To not be able to let my heart speak,
But it's so hard,
To let it.
So,
I guess I'll sit in the shadows,
Waiting till I see him again,
Treasuring each moment I get to be near him.