Thahabu

I wanna listen to you talk for hours, taking comfort in the violin sound of your cute lisp. Or we could sit in silence, and I’ll become more mesmerized with the way you bat your curly eyelashes.

I felt my insides spark like lightning when you sat next to me, a tingly feeling I haven’t experienced since high school.

Why would anyone as beautiful as you cross an entire room to speak to a girl like me? Your skin looks like summer, and your hair, honey sprinkled with cinnamon.

I just don’t know if I’m made up of the same sweet stuff. ♦