There I see you
There I hear you
Right by my side you stand
You look down on me
But I'm only two years younger
Is it my brother?
Is it your friends?
Don't run from me
Come close to me
I imagine you slipping your hand around my waist
I see you staring even though you know there watching
I see you smiling even when there glaring
So why can't you do the thing I know you wont to
Why don't you say I'm pretty like you've told
My brother I am
You love my fire hair
I love your brown eyes
I see the look in your brown eyes
Behind the large lashes concealing girls hearts
I see the tense in your muscles as your friends joke
And as you stand there in the middle of the room
I feel your arm brush and stay by my side
