Words won't flood forth,
nor tell what my heart truely says,
How often do I think of you,
how often do I wish to see you,
and to be able to tell you,
that time we spend together is the best part of my day.
That I await such moments anxiously.
But my heart quivers at saying such words,
and grow more and more nervous.
I question everything I do or say,
until I remain quiet.
Hidden in a shield of shyness,
When inside I'm dying of happiness,
just standing next to you.

There's a drip somewhere,
echoing inside my mind,
I try to ignore it,
to not realize how often my thoughts bring me back,
to that constant stream,
of echoing water.
I realize that I've lost my senses,
and my thoughts can no longer pertain to one topic,
but keep flowing back,
to the echoing that is so enchanting.
I make little mistakes in my daily life,
more clumsy now than ever,
As my concentration melts away into nothingness.
I can't seem to get you off my mind.

Why am i not alone?
You have not left my side.
It's been about a week,
And yet here you are.
I'm so quiet,
I barely make a sound,
Conversations do not poor from me,
And yet you stay.
I'm not used to being liked,
I'm inexperienced,
And am shy about my affection,
And yet still you stay.
I talk too much,
I don't talk at all.
... why are you still here?
Can you really care about someone like me?
What's created from two monsters,
Could only ever be a monster,
But are you really okay with that?
All my problems and stress,.
I'd never want to put you through,
But even so,
Are you still okay with being by my side?
I don't deserve you.
Someone as sweet and kind as you,
Whose laughter brightens my day,
And smile makes my heart melt.
Why would someone as bright as you,
Ever like someone like me?
I'll never be good enough to deserve all your kindness.

Why is it that humans are such lonely creatures,
That we need something to mimic our feelings?
We need writing,
To prove through words that what we feel is real.
We need art,
To splatter a canvas with our emotions,
To create something that mimics what's inside our hearts.
We need music in order breath,
So that others can put into words,
Want we dare not say.
Yes,  humans are such lonely souls,
Who need only to realize that what we feel is real.

I'm beginning to wonder if these butterflies will ever end.
If everytime I hear your name,
If everytime I see your face,
Or you cross my mind,
These butterflies will refuse to quit.
Nerves are a strange thing,
That sets admiration,
and the fear of losing you,
in my heart.
Each time I want to speak to you,
The words shy away,
Everytime I want to tease you,
or have the urge to mess with your hat,
The butterflies haunt me.
Why am i so shy in liking you?

I swear my thoughts are out flying on a cloud,
Watching the leaves plummet to the ground.
Dancing before fall turns to winter.
Their colors match my vivid heart,
So full of happiness.
It sings the notes,
Creating a chorus,
To fit the choreography of the leaves.

Why does my mind drift off,
Imagining you,
And how your laugh fills a room?
How your smile could war against the sun and still be considered even brighter?
Of how nervous you make me?
And yet so happy.
Imagining how lucky I am,
That you share these feelings.