Why do I kid myself?
He wouldn't
He couldn't
Why do I even bother?
Why does rapidness take place in my heart?
Why can't a shake the idea?
Has it been there since the beginning?
I remember the beginning.
He walked away to escape awkwardness.
He wouldn't do that now.
I remember the beginning and I foresee the end.
But I can't see the present due to sudden flood.
My face is wet for what has yet to come.
When I think about his smile my heart begins to skip around in circles.
When I think about his voice my smile turns into a grin, unable contain my happiness.
He doesn't know it but I feel this way often.
He doesn't know it but I wouldn't mind being more than what we are.
He doesn't know it.