I see you,
Your walking across the campus.
You ask me do
I like you like you want us?
"I'll tell you soon."
Was my response to your curiousness. My
Confidence hangs low,
So I'll study on romances.
I'm not sure that I do
like you,
I only met you
yesterday...
The stones and grass,
come together like
an arm and cast.
But you and me
go together like
a tumor attached
to me.
My impulse is
To tell you that I don't want you, but
The impulses
Collapse when you approach.
"Your answer is?":
The words that gave me horror.
Intentions fails,
"I like you." was the answer.
What happened to me,
why did I give into this?