may erase later.

Like a winter bumble bee,or an ice cold beer,
she gets me buzzed,while maintaining a chilled atmosphere.
Plants can be good for floating away,
but I'd choose her smile over herbs any day.

When she doesnt respond to me,i feel like i have no chance.
But the second she talks to me first,my chemicals start to dance.
She makes me wanna try to change,
read new books,wear cool clothes,
she makes me feel good but strange,
but she makes me feel so exposed.

Unravel me,like yarn,dream weaver,
Im a skeptic at most,but she makes me a believer.
And a poem,or a song,cant express how i feel about her.
In such a unique way,that wont make me a flubbering flounder.

Im scared,and afraid of myself,
my emotions,but she doesnt care,
she puts my worries,though tipping,on the shelf,
with a smile and her flip of her hair.

But perhaps its just not meant to be,
and itd be obvious why.
Im just another addicted junkie,
and she just makes me high.