Feelings that I hide.

Stole me at hello.

I see the sun through my window curtains, waking me up from the dream that felt too real.

And I read the messages you send over and over again, to feel you a bit closer to me than yesterday.

I keep listening the songs that have words about you, because when I do, I smile like a foolish girl.

I'd be a fool any time, any day, if it means I'd be a fool for those brown eyes that stole me at hello.