The way I pull my nylons over my knee
makes me think.
The way I type these keys
makes me blush.
Along with your eyes on mine.
No, you don't know what it's like.
No, I'm not good at this.
I am so flawed.
And here's another...
--
The more I learn about you
the closer I want to be.
The more I see you
The more I am ashamed of me.
I'm pretty
but not your type.
I'm funny
but not captivating.
But your eyes are to me
so I keep myself at a distance
regretably.
At the very least
I'd like you to trust me
But I've never been good
At that sort of thing.












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