I met a girl today, she came out of nowhere and sat next to me. She told me she’s seen me around and thinks I’m a really nice boy. She then smiled and whispered dirty things in my ear.
I have never been more terrified in my entire life.
I love the way your long hair flows over your shoulders, outlining that oh so pretty face. I love the way your lips stretch to form that oh so pretty smile. I love the way your eyelashes spread above those oh so pretty eyes.
Sometimes I get the urge to tell you just how oh so pretty you are, but I’m just oh so scared.
All I want is to just walk up to you and tell you how pretty you are. I can’t, however, for fear that I might die.
So for now, you’ll just have to deal with me staring at you. And staring. And staring. And sighing. Then staring some more.