#2

He doesnt wave cause he's shy
But by the time i saw the look in his eye
It wasnt shyness, no it wasnt
Its cause his heart was cold and frozen

#1

He likes me, he might like me, he likes me not.

He likes me,
I can tell from a red hue.
He likes me,
I can tell from the soulful peepers.
He likes me,
I can hear accelerated heartbeat.
He likes me,
I can hear him filtering his tongue.
He might like me,
He left me notes.
He might like me,
He smiled at me.
He might like me,
He stutters his name.
He likes me not,
His hands are occupied.
He likes me not,
He stutters my name.

Red hue from running,
Soulful peepers my reflection.
Accelerated heartbeat my own,
Filtered tongue uncomfortable.
Notes meant for someone else,
Smile a polite gesture,
Stutters dont reflect nerves,
It's reluctance and hesitance.
The hand he holds, holds his heart.
Im barely ever on his mind.