You must have heard it from someone else
Behind the walls, all over our floor
And it is beyond obvious
Perfect, loud and clear
That I am having a hard time.
Though we are both past our teen years
And adolescence has long been over
Trust me, this is as tormenting as asking a high school prom
date.
Seeing and feeling you walk in front, beside and even behind
me makes me nervous
Your scent leaves this certain magic in the air
Casting a spell on me, on everyone else
Longing for more, more of you.
Those occasional glances you throw
Give me chills.
Hearing your voice makes my heart skip a beat
My logic gets twisted everytime you start talking
Because every word that you utter is a hymn
You see
Your mere presence unsettles me
but in a good way.
I am not really that good with this
But Darling, let me tell you one thing
The night sky is way brighter now that you are here.
I just have one question
Would you like to have coffee with me? (Please) . :)
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