My cheeks are rosy,
You're making me blush,
This flirty little game
Is a heavenly rush.
Everything feels lovely
When it’s all brand new,
Overthinking tomorrow?
I’m really trying not to.
So tell me I’m pretty again,
I’ll reward you with a smile,
Maybe we won’t get married,
But I could enjoy this awhile.
You brush hair from my face,
Soft touch, sweet and shy,
Little moments like this
Are reasons I sigh.
Your laugh makes my chest ache,
It’s light, it’s carefree,
I tuck it away safely
As a secret just for me.
Dance with me in the street
While we're still young and free,
Whimsically fall in love
Until you start to resent me.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
My cheeks are rosy,
You're making me blush,
This flirty little game
Is a heavenly rush.
Everything feels lovely
When it’s all brand new,
Overthinking tomorrow?
I’m really trying not to.
So tell me I’m pretty again,
I’ll reward you with a smile,
Maybe we won’t get married,
But I could enjoy this awhile.
You brush hair from my face,
Soft touch, sweet and shy,
Little moments like this
Are reasons I sigh.
Your laugh makes my chest ache,
It’s light, it’s carefree,
I tuck it away safely
As a secret just for me.
Dance with me in the street
While we're still young and free,
Whimsically fall in love
Until you start to resent me.
Flirting is fun but can get real serious.
Do I let myself run? Or do I risk being curious?
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