There’s a boy. Who’s some kind of cute. And some kind of wonderful. And I think I like him. A lot. So there goes me, being a typical teenager…
My heart is beating at a ridiculous pace
I am thinking of you
Butterflies’ flutter, they won’t subside
I am thinking of you
My breath is short and my chest feels tight
I am thinking of you
A million thoughts race through my mind
I am thinking of you
And I’m worried he might be showing through
But I truly think that I like you.
And it’s like we are on a sinking ship.
Everyone is drowning, suffocating.
We are all going down.
No one can breathe.
We are all dying.
Sooner rather
than later…