I don't know what it is about you that makes me blush.
A colour of crimson so full of passion,
A prickling heat wave that submerges me.
I don't know why when I think of you my heart starts to rush.
A humming cricket's symphony becomes a wild cacophony,
A tambourine drumming to an eternal beat.
I don't know what it is about you that scares me the most.
The fact that I love you already.
Or the fact that it shows.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I don't know what it is about you that makes me blush.
A colour of crimson so full of passion,
A prickling heat wave that submerges me.
I don't know why when I think of you my heart starts to rush.
A humming cricket's symphony becomes a wild cacophony,
A tambourine drumming to an eternal beat.
I don't know what it is about you that scares me the most.
The fact that I love you already.
Or the fact that it shows.