Maybe it's the way you walk... knees bent, leaning back a bit, with arms swaying, or the way you talk... in that mesmerizing voice of yours.
Maybe it's the way you stare off into space thinking of God knows what, or the way you snap out of it with eyes widening and you realize where you are.
Maybe it's the way you get caught up in your own thoughts, or how you stay so quiet around people you don't know very well... like your afraid to share your thoughts.
Maybe it's the way you're so open with the people you trust... you can just be yourself, or the way that you constantly goof around... it always makes me smile to myself.
Maybe it's your sense of humor... although I don't totally understand it, or the way you are with little kids... they seem to gravitate towards you.
Maybe it's the way you dance, or the way you laugh, or the way you smile... especially at me.
Maybe it's the way you make me feel... with my heart racing and knots in my throat and this feeling in my gut that I can't explain... or the way I want to be near you.
Or maybe it's none of these things... besides they're all just superficial details about you.
Maybe there is no reason at all.
So why do I like you then?
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Stupid Feelings for Stupid Boys
PoesíaThere's just some things I need to get off my chest.
