Just A Girl
She looks at me and I melt inside,
I cant talk or breathe and I stutter.
Her beauty makes me feel weightless,
and I feel like she can make me do anything with just that look of hers.
I just want to hold her,
to protect her and make sure she's safe.
I know I would make her feel like a princess,
so why cant she just see that?
I just want her,
not even just physically.
Sex is whatever, she means more to me than that,
I want to spend time with her.
I want to know her like we have met in a past life,
I just want to talk to her.
I’m a 19 year old male college student,
and I don't want to just fuck her, I must be in love.
I dont know what to do when I see her,
My hands dig inside my pockets looking for a tunnel to escape.
I cant stop looking at her face, the way she smiles,
the way she laughs, and how she looks at me.
Then I wake up out of my daze,
I open my already open eyes.
In front of me is my laptop,
And Ive been thinking about her for the past hour.
Many ask what her name is,
but I cannot tell.
I dont even know her name,
I just know she is somewhere on this planet.
I hope to meet her someday,
And tell her how I feel.
Until then I will still think of her and all her beauty,
and how she makes me happy without even knowing her.
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