He’s beautiful
Don’t stare to long
He’s charming
He’ll make you fall in love
He dangerous
The kind they say to run from
Cause I fall
Again and
Again
Each time
Deeper
More obsessed
With wanting to be wanted
It’s not the first time
God!
If
Only
It could be the last
I’m tired
So ******* tired
Of dreaming, longing, wanting
Only his kind,
Does this to me
Makes me weak
With just the thought
Of his touch
Perfect kissable lips
But I will never know any of this
Cause me
My heart
Beats a different
Rhythm
Then the rest of them