• love is breacking me up inside,
    i see him i want to hold him,
    he smiles and looks into my eyes,
    if he said hello i would be surprised,
    eyes frostily looking at my face,
    hoping i do not look at disgrace.

    Butterflies fly inside me,
    as he flys around my mind,
    the more i want him to be mine.

    Paris coming back to my thought,
    i cannot take more taunting,
    possibly liking me over the person i portray,
    two names written in a book,
    looking on in complete shock,
    feeling like a sinking rock,
    i am not the only one knocking on his door.

    the day begins with a hi,
    at least he gave it a try,
    his eyes locked on his target,like a lion on its prey,
    he stares over walking thorough the door,
    freezes that split second,
    flicks his fringe back to reveal his beauty.

    he walks closer,
    i see him smiling,
    looks at me,
    oh, he is not frowning,
    wow he must care holding back that stare heart