I don't talk to him
but I feel something
I feel the blood
rushing through every limb
when I think of it
it just gets stronger
the racing of my heart
bit by bit
his smile just gets me
the way he talks
the way he walks
everything about him
is just magical
I wonder if he can tell
the way I look at him
may I talk to you stranger?
you make me want to yell
maybe I'll find the courage
to go up to you
to speak my mind...
maybe some day...
and
I'll be waiting for the right moment
on that some day
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
I don't talk to him
but I feel something
I feel the blood
rushing through every limb
when I think of it
it just gets stronger
the racing of my heart
bit by bit
his smile just gets me
the way he talks
the way he walks
everything about him
is just magical
I wonder if he can tell
the way I look at him
may I talk to you stranger?
you make me want to yell
maybe I'll find the courage
to go up to you
to speak my mind...
maybe some day...
and
I'll be waiting for the right moment
on that some day
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