Her eyes light up like the sun when something excites her.
How she looks so nonchalant when she mentions tragedy,
So full of mystery,
No matter how much I try to ignore it,
Like a fly to a web,
I grow trapped in attraction.
A fatal attraction,
Her heart is someone else's.
How can someone be so funny,
She could say one sentence,
And laughter fills my chest and explodes from my mouth,
Like a fountain,
Like a volcano,
But her heart belongs to another.
They say the early bird gets the worm,
But I was early to be caught,
But late to catch.
It is not too late I suppose,
I could humor myself and ask her,
But what would be the point of that?
She would only cast me aside,
Or would she?
The part that would break my heart would not be her rejection of romance with me,
It would be a rejection of me at all.
The fear she would never wish to meet my eyes with her again,
If I had to face the rest of my days waiting in vain for her love just to see her eyes,
Then I would.
Those eyes,
They capture me,
They take me away,
They knock the wind out of my body,
Like a punch to the chest it hurts.
It hurts but feels good,
It hurts so good when my heart lingers to be near her and there she is.
Like a fly to a web,
I grow trapped in attraction.
A fatal attraction,
Her heart is someone else's.
A/N: don't mind me being a hopeless lesbian lol- but anyways I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you for reading!
~Ollie
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