You make me want to be a better person
It’s like you are telling me that I am great the way I am,
But I WANT to impress you and be better
The crazy part is; you haven’t said a word
That look in your eyes tells me so much, more than just emotion
Eye conversations between us, is our communication from afar
But then when we part I feel different. Not a good different.
It’s as if what happened, didn’t. And what I felt, I didn’t.
And that person I so badly wanted to be, vanished.
I still think about you, but nothing attached
My thoughts of you are mostly my worries of teenage actions, being only teenage actions
The future has plans for me, and I hope to see you.