counting on the knee guards.

each time i look at you looking at me.
my face looks like a poem dying to be read.
won't you read me? won't you figure out what i mean?
and at the very last line. won't you just melt?
and cave. and stop. and think. and fall.
so i'll catch you. no matter how frail my hands are.
i'll catch you like its the only thing i've been sent here for.
dreams. the only reason why i dun fall aslp easily.
i hate waking up when i haven't dreamt about you.
and i just hate waking up.
coz in reality, you dun even noe i exist.

was reading through my blog and i came across the above.
once again smt i wrote just randomly.
but today i might use it.
coz i like this girl.
a lot.

and i am beginning to crave for her attention.
i might not be great at words baby,
and this might be too much to ask,
but you got me wishing,
if only you were all mine.

but that would be too much to ask.
but its all good, coz i'm still looking.