She’s here and I feel bad about it…I like her and I feel bad about it
I cant get enough of her…her flaws and all.
My soul will sink the day she leaves.
Besides being scared of girls
She happens to particularly scare
The living shit out of me.
The sad thing is she happens to be of the same surname
As is that of my mothers.
All that considered,
Is not enough to stop me
Thinking about her,
She suddenly is the centre of my dreams,
The cradle of my thoughts
Fountain of my weakness,
Source of my sadness,
The stake through this,
Cause we can’t be with each other.
Even if she would happen to
Like me back.