I don't usually put pen to paper
and write out silly love poems
just to pass the time but I can
not deny the way my smokey lungs
seem to stop working when you happen
to grace me with a few moments of
your time. And my face gets oddly
warm as that very special smile
comes out to shine. And yes, it's
completely cliche and so cheesy
but my heart, it has a mind of it's
own when I start to realize how much
my body years for a single poisoned
glance just so I can say: Yeah, I've got it bad.