My love for you

by kArMiLa   May 16, 2005


Yes, what my friends say are true,
I'm obsessed, addicted, whatever you call it.
I'm not obsessed on a thing, medicine or physical stuff.
I'm obsessed over you.

Everytime I see you in the morning,
my heart, is beating harder then usual.
That's what you make me feel.

Everyday I see you,
our eyes always connected,
I'm usually who backs off and go back to class,
whenever I'm with you, I feel shy,
that's what you make me feel.

Since that day you confessed that you liked me,
I can't take my mind off of you.
I sleep, you're there,
I sit in class, you're there in my mind.
That's what you make me feel.

You've been bugging me before the day u confessed,
whenever I did annoyed you back,
you seem happy.
Weird thing?
I'm also happy or enjoying the fact,
you were annoying me.
That's what you make me feel.

We are not in the same class,
but who cares?
I see you at the Locker Area,
Lunch,
Nutrition Break,
Asemblies,
Many other things not mentionable.
We met at Babysitting course.
The Last day there,
soon I found myself,
annoying you
found yourself,
annoying me.
I was feeling happy.
That's what you make me feel.

I realized that I liked you more than a friend.
You were funny, and really cool to hang out with.
You were weird and wacko, just what I've been dreaming of.
You seem to notice me everywhere,
the exact thing I do at assemblies.
You make me feel this unexplainable feeling in my stomach.
I wonder if you feel it to?
But for sure...
That's what you make me feel.

Yes, I'm obsessed, I admitt,
but now the big question are you as obsessed as I am?
I know, I really like you.
Forget like.
I love you...

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