May 2015
The way you look at me
is a source of infinite curiosity
and those shy grins
confuse me to the brim
Yes, to you I act mean
but I’m lovestruck from within
But you’ll never know it
For I put an act on you
Probably like you on me
But I’m much more careful
is a source of infinite curiosity
and those shy grins
confuse me to the brim
Yes, to you I act mean
but I’m lovestruck from within
But you’ll never know it
For I put an act on you
Probably like you on me
But I’m much more careful
I wrote this poem a few months back about a boy who’s now into a different girl. The thing with him and this girl is he is much more vocal and open with how he feels for her. She seems nicer, too. She’s a girl I would never be for him…
