Johnny
It began with a simple glance
Then the words flowed out like an untold story crying to be written
Black and white until colors were born on the pages of my heart
You are the soil into which my infatuation grows into something beautiful;far from anything you've ever experienced.
But your fear to love or even like me is preventing the roots of your feelings from being anchored
Let me be the gardener of your blossoming soul
I know your afraid to love but I'm willing to cut multiple loose strings just to have you as my single strand      
It seems like I could travel to the moon and back for you but you won't be satisfied
I feel like my dedication to you wouldn't make you feelings budge an inch
I'm going crazy because the colors that was born on the pages of my heart are fading because you're running away trying to find your northern star
When in reality I'm the star that wants to call you home every time with a simple glance.