Sickening feelings that bubble up in my stomach,
No. Not sickening. Exciting.
Whenever I see you swim through my soul
Like the clear sea blue eyes you project.
Trying to stand out just once so you can see the real me,
Not the lingering shadow that perceives me as a statue, stone, cold, dull.
But some how you make me want to crack my statue masterpiece and
Yet again I feel excited at the pure innocent fact you looked at me.
Look at me just once.
Embrace me just once.
Love me just once.