he loves me,
he loves me not.
tell me now!
i'm sick of overthinking about you, get out of my brain
out of my dreams.
talk to me.
you are a mystery i need to solve,
i wish to solve in silence but i wish to compliment your writing.
i wish to tell you
you look like a work of art
but i cannot.
i fear what others will think of me,
what you will think of me,
what i will think of me.
i sit next to you almost every day,
and never a word is exchanged.
i feel like i am slowly dying next to you,
feel as if my words are caged.
