Whenever you smile, my
knees give way. And when
you wave, its like I've never
seen anything lie it until just
today.
My cheeks start to warm
as you walk past. Sometimes
the warm feeling makes me
stop dead in my tracks and
stare for a long time, making
me late for class.
Blushing was never really
my thing. It was never was,
but no matter what my cheeks
were always his kingdom and
he was the king.
My cheeks have no control
when you are around.
Sometimes I wonder if you
thought that my cheeks had
gotten a good pound.
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