I've come to a realization. I'm a creep
I tried to deny it, but it runs too deep
I could get by without it being obvious
Until I saw you, but you didn't see me. We were too far apart
Yet here I sit with my fluttering heart
I can barely focus and don't know what to do
My eyes keep drifting up to find you
Before I know, class is at an end
I look to you, you're sitting with your friend
Talking and putting things away
I pack up slowly, for you, I must stay
Soon you're both walking away and heading for the door
I go to a different exit but still want more
I turn again to see your interesting face
Eventually you begin to turn a corner as you walk
And I'm forced to leave and no longer gawk
This isn't the first time this has happened
But every time, my reaction has strengthened
This right now might be pretty mild
But every time I see you, I think you're wild
I won't let you go, I know I can't
I will follow you until I can't
I won't be free
Until you notice me
We won't be free
Until we're together happily
You won't be free
Until you take the time to notice me
About the Creator
ian.
Quiet thoughts plant stronger seeds than aggressive force. ian is a poet who has spent most of their time rewriting the world in their head. ian is heavily inspired by nature and loves to be an observer of the world, both urban and natural.
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