I cannot look at him, But he can look at my almost tear filled eyes, He can hear the quiver in my voice, He can listen to the desperation...

I'm sorry, But I want him to run upstairs, With his pretty eyes, Heart-slicing smile, And warmth radiating through every atom of his...

It is not cute, The way you're on my mind, Even when I don't want you to. It is not cute, The way you made space in my life, Like you...