I thought that I liked you Your energy flows. Your warmth embracing me. Were you brought here by the sun? A fallen ray? You stare at me and I feel your gaze burning through my skin. Afraid of melting into you if I reach out for a touch Time has pulled this crush into a like My feelings are being stretched out the more you are around.
Before it wears thin, I asked myself, will this turn to love or am I selfishly indulging? In the field of love, admiration is the poppy that blooms. And I am being layered in it's scent. Aware and refuse to be pulled away. I will just keep this secret from him to the grave.