O
I sit and I think of you
Think of how it would feel being close to you
I wonder how it'll feel to make you laugh and see you smile
How warm or cold it would be in your arms
And every time I think of you I smile without reason
I fantasize even in the presence of you
Birth dreams for you and me
But truth is, you'll never know
Although I see how you look at me
Notice the stolen moments you tend to give yourself just by a look afar
Like they say what's meant to be will be
I hold on to the beautiful images I had captured looking at you
Hold on to the butterflies I get when you speak to me
Most times I die when you smile at me but I've developed a way to keep myself alive for the sake that you don't see
It's not that I don't want you knowing
I'm just afraid you'll be just another
You knowing how I feel will give you an advantage over my already lovesick heart
And how I wish to sense the taste of your spit
I'd even take a bad kiss
I longed for you to a point where it don't matter how it feels or how it ends, if it ever begins
What I'm saying is, I feel you
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