It's Hard.

Its 2 AM and I just thought of you again.

I love your little accent
And how you call me strange
Is it weird I can't get enough
Of our every exchange?

You light up my day
By just showing your face
Talking about the little things
Like my heart doesn't race.

I'm trying not to be
Like every other teen
But damn it its hard
When you smile at me.

Author's Note

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