My heart skips a beat when you enterIs it love or is it fear? I can never tellMy immature emotions mix in distasteI feel your eyes on meDo they rove Or do they trace the curves of my figure?I tense at the ideaMy person being mapped by youEach crease Each crevise The way my hair falls against my backI avoid eye contact My face would confess Just by the wide grin on my mouthHow you make me feel I love and loathe itIf I told you this Would you look at me the same again?I want to talk to youBut I am speechlessThere's a lack of connection between usYour confidence No match for my awkward You are sweet like sugarI make people wince with my bitternessI am in aweYour imperfections are perfect But despite all thisI'll never know How you truly feel about me
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