I think I love him,
My ears and cheeks flush
And my heart starts running races.
I think I love him,
When I look in a crowd
I don’t see any other faces.
I think I love him
But I’m not quite sure
I’ve not felt this way before.
I think I love him
Because this boy
Makes my smiling muscles sore.
I think I love him,
In times before
A kiss was not preferred.
I think I love him,
Because this one,
Makes me forget my every word.
I think I love him,
He makes me brave,
And silences my fears.
I think I love him
But here’s the catch
He’s leaving for two years.
I think I love him,
But I’m at a standstill
I don’t know yet how to proceed.
I think I love him
And neither is sure
Who’s to take the lead.
I think I love him.
Why did it have to be
My heart he had to steal?
I think I love him.
But I don’t want to say it
Because saying it makes it real.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
I think I love him,
My ears and cheeks flush
And my heart starts running races.
I think I love him,
When I look in a crowd
I don’t see any other faces.
I think I love him
But I’m not quite sure
I’ve not felt this way before.
I think I love him
Because this boy
Makes my smiling muscles sore.
I think I love him,
In times before
A kiss was not preferred.
I think I love him,
Because this one,
Makes me forget my every word.
I think I love him,
He makes me brave,
And silences my fears.
I think I love him
But here’s the catch
He’s leaving for two years.
I think I love him,
But I’m at a standstill
I don’t know yet how to proceed.
I think I love him
And neither is sure
Who’s to take the lead.
I think I love him.
Why did it have to be
My heart he had to steal?
I think I love him.
But I don’t want to say it
Because saying it makes it real.
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