Why do I feel so hurt by this action
What can justify my feelings
At the pit of my stomach I feel ill
Why can’t I turn a blind eye
A taste of youthful lust
Yearning is so overrated
I can barely breathe because of what I saw
I have no right
You deserve to be happy
I enjoy our gatherings
Our secret yearnings through speech
I miss your messy hair and your worried look
I miss your wanting to make me happy in every way
Playfully flirting with quick looks
Orange and white are your favorite color...excuse me sir
God I love how you mess with your hair
Observing every little thing
Nothing will make this easy
When you break away from me
I feel the wall coming up
Disappearing into the sun and ocean