• Seeing the face that looks down upon me
    He's not looking Down on me...But at me
    What a feeling that runs through my veins
    Slipping past him, his hand brushes my arm
    My cheeks flushed, I don't want him to see the scarlet

    Again I saw him...sigh...why did i rush the day before?
    This time he spoke when our arms brushed
    I tryed to controll my breathing...what now
    His words were slick...and quick but full of meaning
    meaning thats what i love


    I was so consumed in keeping my breath straight
    I missed him clutching both of my hands
    Not sure of the last words he said
    I just nodded
    Our lips met...Was this what i nodded to?