Chocolate. Mocha. Brown sugar.
You're there everyday. Hour. Minute. Second.
Quiet. Mute.
But I know there's more than meets the eye.
There's more in that brain than just air and musically notes.
There's words. Deep thoughts. And meaningful things.
And most importantly.
Love.
I don't know who it's for.
But I want it to be for me.
Me and me only.
But I know that there's a high possibility that it's not for me.
Maybe it's for someone else. Some other girl.
And that's why I don't want to take the chance.
They tell me, " Take a chance. Fly a little. "
But when you've been caged for soo long. You forget how to.
So we both stay mute.
Quiet and barely audible.
But we have different motives.
I'm here to just watch. Observe your every move.
I know it seems stalker-ish.
But I just can't help it.
All I do is think about you.
You're the only one that crosses my mind.
But do I cross yours?
BARELY
But i don't know.
So we both remain in solitude.
Shut in our own mind.
Im thinking about you.
But what are you thinking about?
They ask what I think about.
I think about... You're soft, mocha skin.
You're brown eye. Deep brown eyes.
All they do is look into infinity.
But all I want is to be in infinity.
However It's soo funny to me.
Because when I get mad or sad about you, I can't even blame you. Because you don't know.
I want to tell you. But I'm afraid. I don't know why but I am.
And I feel so much pleasure for the littlest touch from you. Just an accidental brush by sends me up the wall. Just like when they pushed me it to you.
An increased heart beat when you ask me something. But it's always about school. Nothing more.
The biggest rush of euphoria when we talk about something other than academics.
You make me smile. Giggle.
And I really like when I'm the only one that says God bless you. And vice versa.
I love smelling your cologne ( even though I know its most Mohawk ).
I love being around you.
I remember when I just used to play around and say " he Bae. Come here bae "
And I didn't mean anything of it. At the time. But now....
It all has hit me.
I feel like I need to be with you.
You're the only one I want.
But you don't even know
Brown sugar. Mocha. Chocolate.
