It's twenty minutes till ten on a Monday night--
Just got home from a walk and a bite.
I get out of class and you see me and smile,
Glad that I'm here-- it's been awhile.
You come over and hug me: that part is best.
It's warm and pure, so not like the rest.
I can't really explain it, how it makes me feel.
Don't want it to stop-- I know that it's real.
You step back and smile, I take it all in:
The way your hair looks, the sunlight on your skin.
You're beautiful, it's true: I don't tell you enough.
And yet here I write it, jot down all this stuff.
Your smile-- it's slight and off to one side,
Got something to say and nothing to hide.
I want to expand on this, I suppose.
Don't know if I should: I know where it goes.
Tell me what you're thinking, we all say it's true.
But what if we did? Would the mystery fall through?
I know what I'm thinking, I feel and I see.
The touch of your hand still weakens my knee.
Your laugh and your voice, they brighten my day.
Don't let it stop, don't take it away.
I hate when I leave, it hurts in my chest.
Not knowing for sure what is best.
Should I call you or text you, or both?
Don't know what to do-- I can't really boast.
I feel better about me when you are around.
It's true that you helped me, picked me up off the ground.
You're beautiful, I told you; but I wonder sometimes,
Do you believe me or think it's just a line?
I try not to stare, and I know that you catch me,
But I can't help myself: just wondering why you're not with me.
Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions on this:
What I feel and you feel could be on two different lists.
You're perfection in smiles, and twinkles in eyes.
Your soft, flowing hair and giggles and sighs.
Rooms do light up when you walk on in:
People take notice of the presence they're in.
I've been told to live each like it's my last,
So that I will do and not be sad.
I smile sometimes and people don't know why--
I'm thinking of you and the light in your eye.
Not sure how to end this, could go on forever it seems.
So I hope you're happy, and always, sweet dreams.
Just got home from a walk and a bite.
I get out of class and you see me and smile,
Glad that I'm here-- it's been awhile.
You come over and hug me: that part is best.
It's warm and pure, so not like the rest.
I can't really explain it, how it makes me feel.
Don't want it to stop-- I know that it's real.
You step back and smile, I take it all in:
The way your hair looks, the sunlight on your skin.
You're beautiful, it's true: I don't tell you enough.
And yet here I write it, jot down all this stuff.
Your smile-- it's slight and off to one side,
Got something to say and nothing to hide.
I want to expand on this, I suppose.
Don't know if I should: I know where it goes.
Tell me what you're thinking, we all say it's true.
But what if we did? Would the mystery fall through?
I know what I'm thinking, I feel and I see.
The touch of your hand still weakens my knee.
Your laugh and your voice, they brighten my day.
Don't let it stop, don't take it away.
I hate when I leave, it hurts in my chest.
Not knowing for sure what is best.
Should I call you or text you, or both?
Don't know what to do-- I can't really boast.
I feel better about me when you are around.
It's true that you helped me, picked me up off the ground.
You're beautiful, I told you; but I wonder sometimes,
Do you believe me or think it's just a line?
I try not to stare, and I know that you catch me,
But I can't help myself: just wondering why you're not with me.
Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions on this:
What I feel and you feel could be on two different lists.
You're perfection in smiles, and twinkles in eyes.
Your soft, flowing hair and giggles and sighs.
Rooms do light up when you walk on in:
People take notice of the presence they're in.
I've been told to live each like it's my last,
So that I will do and not be sad.
I smile sometimes and people don't know why--
I'm thinking of you and the light in your eye.
Not sure how to end this, could go on forever it seems.
So I hope you're happy, and always, sweet dreams.
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