I can feel my heart racing.
The wind's beating out of my chest.
Every heartbeat, a marathon run.
Your smile's so white; simply the best.
All I can do is watch from afar.
Your happy face, shining like a star.
Your eyes, blue as ice.
Fringed by jet black locks.
Hair all combed back but ruffled; quite nice.
I want to lean over and kiss your smiling lips.
Stroke your pale face.
Fall into your embrace.
I can imagine that would be so bliss.
Who am I to you?
Just another fan.
With skin touched by the sun; too tan.
Always away from you; unnoticed.
Opposite side of the room; remotest.
How can someone mean the world to me,
When I mean nothing to he?
