I have a crush.

Their pretty and smart,
they make me laugh,
they make me wanna run 100 miles.

I want to run to them.
Every morning,
jump into their arms
hide away.
Whilst I pretend it's only us.
Their long dark curles,
tangle me up with in them.
Hazel eyes,
like the forest so dark and rich,
oh how I could get...