So you met me, or did you?

You were introduced to the me that I showed you, the me known to many, don't take me wrong you didn't meet a phony.

You never met a lie just my truth with some omissions, call it half a lie by decision. But then there's you, you seem incredible.

There's something about your eyes that has my heart beating like a rebel, like drums of war or King Kong's battle call I feel my chest tremble and this feels like I've been in love with you before. Call me cynical but there's something u told about your glow, I've always been a sucker for the weirdo and you are exceptional. I'm not sure what I'll do with you it's interesting I can relate to something that feels so new or maybe I just like you.

There's a certain poetic intrigue about the way you speak, I may be bias probably just staring at the way you gracefully move both your lips, I get lost in a trance when you sing, I hate the distance we create when you're leaving, you can here the butterflies flutter from my insides when you look back at me after saying "goodbye" see it's that thing with your eyes again. Makes my nerves insane. It maybe farfetched to think about a future when we just met, what's the point of a journey when you don't visualise your destination just yet? We both know what wise men say and yes it's true yet still I could argue or maybe I just like you.

Wanna take a stroll in the park? Can't promise it'll be easy but I'll be your amusement, can't promise you'll like me but I know I'll be your favourite. Sucker for the moonlight, me too. Let's run away together and we can watch it together tonight. Sunsets and chocolate, on my rooftop or in your bed do you think we can try the cliché romance storybook charade, except ours will be what we make it. No reason to fake it. You're pretty and I'm tall and I'll catch you if you fall. You be you and I'll be me if we are ourselves nobody can come between us, be mine and you'll be my focus. I felt enough things at first site. Maybe I'm wrong about you and this will end like the rest before but what if I'm right? I get nervous when I hope you're impressed with what I do, I'm distracted by the mere thought, I guess I just like you.

-Dreu