Everyone Knows
Each day I strive to see you again
And I comb through my mind to say something then
But I stutter and murmur
Sorry I'm not a fast learner
I stumble, I fall
I try hard to stand tall
But I run into a wall
That is your gentle face
I glance upon it
Color rushes from my skin
I think about it
I forget where to begin
I say some things flirty
Maybe some more I say dirty
But inside I can't gather
Enough information to make me matter
You make me blush
You make me cry
I just sit there flush
And begin to wonder why
I was given such bliss
That came in the form of you
All I want is a kiss
And then some too
There's only so many times I can flatter
Before rumors start to gather
And everyone finally knows
That
I
Love
You
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