You've got me tripping on my feet,
Making my heart forget to beat.
With every crooked smile,
I can't help but stare at you for a while.
Whenever you walk by,
Time starts to fly.
I find myself thinking about you,
And every little thing you do.
Common sense is slipping through my fingers,
Yet something else still lingers.
When I bump into you in the hall,
My sensible thoughts start to fall.
Laughing as you make it a joke,
I turn away as I begin to choke.
Each and every day,
There is always something I want to say.
I wish you knew,
That I'm the one running after you.
YOU ARE READING
Anthology Of Verse
PoetryA compilation of poems I wrote myself, particularly when I was bored. Will add to it whenever I can and have time :)
