Form the moment I saw I loved your red hair
And I know its not red please dont hit me
Or is it orange instead?
Girl, french never sounded that hot till I heard you talking
Remember when I said I have a crush on you?
It was pretty stupid, Ive always knew it
But god knows how much I wanted to talk with you
Maybe for a second or two
I kept telling my bestfriend how much you're amazing
Whenever you pass by
"Go and talk to her" he kept saying
But I was just afraid
Because I might die when I hear your voiceLook at as now
We are freinds and I can talk to you without a shaken hands
But I am mad at you
Do you know that?
I tagged you on a post last year and you just left a like on it
But the thing is I wanted to talk to you
And the other time I've wondered do you mean it when you were flirting too?I like your red hair
And dont blame me for saying it
Is is red or those are my eyes?
I don't know but you're mean though
The kind of mean that I just can do nothing about it
Because you're cute
and let's not talk about you being hotOh god am I falling for you or it's just a bit late?
I guess I have to sleep now
Because if I stay I'll end up loving you instead
And I'll like yuma just if I listen to them with youFor the girl with RED hair
YOU ARE READING
This Is For You
PoezjaEvery part of this, is about someone/something that went through my life, and changed/affected me, even a little bit -and some fucked up thoughts- Every part has a diffrent story Date of starting: August 4th, 2020 Date of finishing: Nov 21th, 2020