Do you know your the only one who makes me shy?
That makes my stomach tie in knot's.
That makes me want to be pretty and dress up.
That makes me write alone in my room.
That makes me blush when I speak to you.
That makes me shut up and think.
That makes me hope you think of me.
That makes it in to my dreams.
That makes me believe there mite be love such a silly thing.
That makes me smile and always be happy.
That makes me get throw my day.
That makes me look at the moon and hope you're looking at it to.
That makes me glans hoping no one sees.
That makes me hope your happy.
You're the only one who can make me all of these things and I don't know why you see.
Why do I just sit?
Why do I have to stare?
Why do you glare?
Why do I care?
Why are u even there?
