Don't blow on the spark
Unless you want it to start...

Can't concentrate
Too much to think about...

My hands won't stop shaking
As the crisp air whisks by...

All kindness starts somewhere,
Although it may be the end...

Wrinkled with age,
Freckled by time...

I don't know what "It" is, but...
It is in the way you smirk at me...

Restless as the morning's sun,
My heart flutters so rapidly...

My hands won't stop shaking,
I have to stay strong...

Life is about holding on when you have had enough
Being strong when you do not feel that tough...

You are the sweet that goes with every sour
The rainbow after every storm...

You may not smile
You may not laugh...

You do not notice all the hints
While completely ignoring what I say...