When I think of you I think of pretty things.
The way our hands fit together oh so perfectly.
The way my heart skips a beat every time you touch me oh so gently.
The way you look in to my eyes oh so deeply.
I hate myself everyday for not leaning over to kiss you.
But I know if I did so I would have been a fool.
I wish you didn't play me..
I really started to like you.