Clandestine glances,
But a few were needed to make you lose footing, fall hard into the deep pit of romances.
Charismatic cheats,
They lure, I believe, so the defences admit defeat.
Fault of the charmer,
Who did this with intention, attention for me only, for no other
Truth be told,
These affections are real, or are they? I cannot keep up - time, please hold.
Afterall I tire,
No imaginary can remedy, through the sleepiness comes lucidity; I was the liar.
Making up stories,
Confessing like this, secluded and looking down, it could have been anyone, little girlie.
