Your smile cuts me deeper then anyone has before.
Your laugh cuts evermore deeper
Leaving scars unhidable.
Leaving tears that fight to be free.
Your touch is not gentle nor rough.
Your gaze holds secrets that mine long to know.
The touch is what causes the scars.
That gaze brings forth these tears.
But these things that cause me pain,
Are the things I love about you.
Some of the things I love about you are still hidden to me.
The way your hair falls when you take it out,
Causes my heart to soar.
The way you chuckle and joke,
Make the butterflies swarm.
But the way you act, all ***** and immature is the very thing that makes me fall for you even more.
The way you pretend to be mad,
The way you get all close to me when I have your hat,
The way words fall from your mouth,
The way you joke about,
The way your gaze lingers,
The way you rarely rock back and forwards,
The way you use all your strength when the girls try to push you off the chair,
The way you know that I like you but you treat as a friend still,
The way you touch me and corner me.
It hurts that I can’t have you but one day maybe you will understand my feelings and hopefully see me as more than just a girl in your group.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Your smile cuts me deeper then anyone has before.
Your laugh cuts evermore deeper
Leaving scars unhidable.
Leaving tears that fight to be free.
Your touch is not gentle nor rough.
Your gaze holds secrets that mine long to know.
The touch is what causes the scars.
That gaze brings forth these tears.
But these things that cause me pain,
Are the things I love about you.
Some of the things I love about you are still hidden to me.
The way your hair falls when you take it out,
Causes my heart to soar.
The way you chuckle and joke,
Make the butterflies swarm.
But the way you act, all ***** and immature is the very thing that makes me fall for you even more.
The way you pretend to be mad,
The way you get all close to me when I have your hat,
The way words fall from your mouth,
The way you joke about,
The way your gaze lingers,
The way you rarely rock back and forwards,
The way you use all your strength when the girls try to push you off the chair,
The way you know that I like you but you treat as a friend still,
The way you touch me and corner me.
It hurts that I can’t have you but one day maybe you will understand my feelings and hopefully see me as more than just a girl in your group.
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