You’re smile
It gets me every time
The love jumps onto me and creates a pile
But I keep it in a box
Just like a mime
Trapped till the end of time
I treat it like its the chicken pox
Because I’m scared
That you won't love me back
And it’ll leave me broken
I hope you won't but I doubt it
Because you're so perfect
And you have no business even looking at me
Because I could never even come close to you
I love you
But I’ll just keep that to myself
So you can go on about your life
And forget about me.