I just keep thinking
I just keep thinking
I just keep thinking
of how scary it is to think
that I might possibly love you
this wasn't supposed to happen
I didn't intend on liking you this much
but I am so thankful for that night
so thankful that he never came
and that you did
I'm so thankful that she asked
even though you said that you were going to
I just keep thinking about you
and for some reason I want to cry
I think it's because you're too perfect in your own way
you're everything I want and more
so even when you annoy me I smile
because it means you're real
I keep thinking you're going to leave
that I'm going to do something wrong
but every time I start to doubt
you tell me I'm beautiful
you kiss my cheeks
and you say that you're staying
it scares me to think
that you might possibly love me too
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The Unknown
PoetryThe stories, poems and thoughts of a sixteen year old girl. I'll admit I put a lot of myself into this. I don't expect you to like it, this is defiantly a personal thing. so yeah, have fun.