What do I do,
While sitting next to you,
And my eyes slowly trace your lips.
How do I speak,
For this week after week,
When you stay outside my grips
How do you see,
Stupid little old me,
clumsily covering my feelings for you.
Because when I see your smile,
And my mind runs a mile,
I'm just not sure what to do.
Im not the one you want,
I dont think you mean to taunt,
It just hurts that you arent with me..
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
What do I do,
While sitting next to you,
And my eyes slowly trace your lips.
How do I speak,
For this week after week,
When you stay outside my grips
How do you see,
Stupid little old me,
clumsily covering my feelings for you.
Because when I see your smile,
And my mind runs a mile,
I'm just not sure what to do.
Im not the one you want,
I dont think you mean to taunt,
It just hurts that you arent with me..
