the shy boy to my

left with bags under

his eyes and a look

in them I can't describe

is lonely but I don't

want to stare and

act like I'm a

stalker.

I know what you're

thinking but I guess

I keep pleading

with the small glances

I give him to notice

I'm hiding behind

a false impression.

how do I expect him to

know? I don't know.

but I guess it's

better than hearts

breaking forever, or

maybe I'm scared,

and can't pull myself

together.

yes, that's it, I'm a

coward under yellow

leather, he is my storm

but I love him like

I've never liked anyone

other.

I better tell him, like

I know I should, but

how is a boy

like that

supposed to

l o v e

a boy called

n e v e r?