I like you.
I really do;
but, I'm scared to tell you.
I'm scared
because you aren't perfect,
because you're flawed.
And although I see them,
I want to keep my eyes shut.
I choose to keep my eyes shut.
I'm scared
of your flaws,
of loving your flaws,
of loving.
But maybe those are the reasons
Why I like you
And maybe those are the reasons
Why I'm scared
Because you slowly lift me from the ground
Because you make me look at the world in a different colour, in a different light
Like no one has ever done before.
You had told me you liked me
And I hoped it was true
And I hope you still do
Because I like you
And I wish you knew
I just hate how fear comes first
Before I tell you I like you
