it's crazy
how every time i sleep
you're in my dreams
its hard to describe the euphoric feeling
i get everytime i see you
and my feelings are so unclear
i don't think dreaming about my lips
on yours are very friendly dreams
or that you're in my arms
and we're talking like normal
except you kiss me on the forehead
and you smile that beautiful smile
i swear, it gets me every time
i'm not a love poet
but if i chose to write about love
the first thing i'd write about is you
how you look so beautiful when you're happy
how your hugs are equal to the feeling of safety
how your eyes seem to wander all over my face
how you smile at my stutter and bad sentences
i love how you play my mind games
or listen to my jokes and rants
knowing that by next week i probably won't care
i love how easy you are to talk to
i see you with him
no, it doesn't hurt
it doesn't hurt a bit
i love seeing you happy
the true feeling of euphoria
is the intense happiness i feel with you
i love how you didn't make fun of my eyebrow slit
cause you know, everyone else did
you are out of my league
by a thousand times
you are so far out of reach
our stars may never align
the love i feel may be unrequited
you may never feel how i feel
you may love him for the rest of your life
as long as you're happy
i swear, i'm not a love poet
but you make me want to write
about how everytime you look me in the eye
i blush, and when you touch me i tense up
not out of fear, no
out of nervousness
i begin to shake for no reason
you pretend not to notice, dont you?
i hope these feelings are just
friendly, because my heart is clumsy
my soul doesn't wear helmets
and love, oh love is a cruel mistress
but if my love is romantic
please forgive me if i can't stand to just
sit here and wait til my feelings rip me apart
because i swear, every night, you're always
in my dreams, with your lips pressed against mine
