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When I wake up in the morning
all I think of is you. When I fall sleep at evening all I dream of is you. When I see your name on my phone I get butterflies all over. When I feel empty, I just think of you, and I'm not alone. When you come down the hall I can barely contain myself. It was your smile that caught me at the beginning of it all. Your eyes affix mine to yours like walls to a shelf. When you say "kewl" I want to give you an embrace. When you look at me, I could easily fall asleep from your dreamy eyes. Sometimes, I think of when we first met. Sometimes, I think that that could never have happened. That night is something I will never forget. When I'm at school, I'm anxious. When I'm eating, I'm conscious. And when I get home, I feel amazing because now I can talk to you. And when you reply, my heart goes a-blazing. When you called for the first time, I was overflowing with happiness. And when Briana had signed off, we kept talking, and suddenly it was 4 o'clock. Neither of us wanted to hang up for that would lead to emptiness. Next day, two friends and me were in a store looking at Chuck Norris posters. When you came from nowhere I thought to myself, "Ah man, I like her." We sat together in the movies and I so wanted to put my arm around you. And after you said farewell, my friends said it was obvious I liked you. I thought you noticed my feelings. I was worried you wouldn't talk to me. So I decided to see if I repair it. But you didn't notice anything. I was relieved at confused at once. I wanted you feel the same for me but I thouoght I was too young, you being sixteen, me thirteen. I felt like some raven, at your window with a broken wing. Later on, as days and weeks passed, we grew closer. Then you said you remembered something. And you wouldn't tell me. I asked, and begged you to tell me, you just said, "Whatever." Then I asked Briana, and she asked me if I liked you. Of course I said yes. She said you were "crazy" about me. I said, "Sure. Whatever you say." But she persisted. I felt strange. Then I asked you that question. And I waited. It felt like an eternity. But then your answer culminated with, "Um, yeah sure?" But your answer shocked and stunned me (it still does). And just recently we decided to go to the movies. I thought, "Okay sweet." But I was confused. I still don't know what about, but when I called the night before, your voice held me. Again we talked till about four in the morning. Then we met at night once again, my heart was pounding. I bought your tickets, and mine too. When I took my seat besides you I felt I was somebody different. I knew for sure I had feelings for you Katie. I moved my hand down to yours and began to toy with your fingers and I rubbed my hand against yours. And when I removed my hand from yours, your sensation lingers I lent over and announced I loved your smile. But I meant and wanted to say, "I wanna hold your hand." I played with your hand a while when I realized the movie's end was at hand. As we rode back, I dreaded seeing my home. But I gave you an embrace, a restless one all well. And I turned my back to you, sorrowful of this restless farewell. Your hair is luscious and full. Our conversations are never dull. Your eyes are so ambiguous and seductive. Our conversations are so productive. Your smile keeps me entranced and keeps me under your spell. When I'm around you, I know I'm in some Heaven, for youo cast out hell. Your voice is what I look forward to everyday. I'm sure you would help me if need be You're so beautiful, it's hard to believe. We're so alike aren't we, you and me? When I hear your voice, you give me relief. You're like some raven, at my window, with a broken wing. It's you and only you that gives me the strength to keep on keeping on, to pull through. Don't leave me, don't ever go, that would break my heart Baby Blue
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