Grin.
You make me smile
In a soft simple sort of way.
Smiling has never come easy to me
I don’t like what it does to my face.
But when you grin my way,
It feels like nothing else matters.
I feel nervous around you.
An awkward smile plagues me.
I'm so conscious of your thoughts about me.
So even when you’re not looking,
My heart still rages on.
My head is filled with puzzles,
whenever you’re near.
What do you think of me?
I really want to know
Am I kind? boring?
I would rather have a thought than none at all.
Being irrelevant is bittersweet
But I want your attention
But not your opinion.
I wish there was balance.
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