What is it, though?
Why do you smile and pierce my heart with the sweetest dagger?
Why do you sing looking down at your hands, fondling the keys, or with your eyes closed?
Just look at me; let me enjoy this moment with an awkward glance back and forth
Let me know I exist
But most importantly, say yes.
Theres nothing more worth fighting for, than the sweet poisonous touch, the sickening harmonious song, the clear mischievous feeling; Of love.
Is it real?
Is it reciprocated?
Am I too young or unwise?
Or am I feeding into false notions?
— The End —