Some of the time My heart really hurts It sits heavy in my chest As I watch Stare Absorbed by her beauty I really wish That she would watch me back But she doesn't know I exist I'm pretty sure Or she would hide under more leaves While she sleeps She smells different when she is awake I wish I could tell her How beautiful she is How I nearly die every time I smell a whiff Of her musty scent I wish could lick all the mud From her feet Show her my devotion She never goes anywhere Without me Though she doesn't know that I am always there Watching her Wishing I could be with her And love her closer than from the nearby shrubbery
I really need advice on how to approach this beautiful sloth. Repost if you know what it feels like to know everything about someone, but your existence not be known to them. Or if you just like the repost button