brown eyes, just lean yourself in.
you've been on my mind for weeks,
i've missed your scruff against my chin.
i've missed your smile on my cheeks.
rough hands, hold me closer than before.
there's dischord in confusion, so listen in,
i don't think there's anyone i'd rather have more.
so look over here with that crooked grin.
stranger, you already know my little secret.
you had me figured out before i could say a thing.
just a few weeks in, and you're my favorite.
oh, how those few words just seem to ring.
darling, there's this feeling that just lingers,
and it keeps steadily swelling in my chest.
from the tip of my tongue, to the blade of my fingers,
i love you, i need you, it's cliche at best.