the way it's supposed to be -- feeling alive,
how you make my stomach jump
and how I will make my pace s l o w e r or faster
because if I time it right,
I will find you.
you captivate me,
as if maybe I have a chance.
it's merely a coincidence--or is it?
but I can't tell what you are feeling,
I can't tell if I should take such a risk
not because you are not worth the risk,
but because the risk is not worth the pain.
am I falling too fast?
reaching too high?
I don't want to make this complicated because
it can be easy.
I could love you
if you give me enough time and attention.
But I cannot tell what you are feeling.
But I can tell you how you make me feel
when you tease me
and play with your hair
and play with my hair
and bump into me
and lay on me
and put your head on my shoulder
your arm on my shoulder
--we're a perfect height--
the way you laugh
the softness of your hair
you're always smiling.
take my food
take a seat next to me
take my time
take my heart,
if you promise to give me yours.
I want to believe in this so much.
it's like the sky has opened up and
when I dream,
I dream and see a million stars.
I gave you the stars,
but none of them compare to you.
I shouldn't set my heart's course on you.
Loving is dangerous
and it can be painful.
but what other way is there to live?