Mr. Brightside's Journal

candy corn and black people..
when I'm around you, it's kinda hard to come up with the right words to say..
and when I do, I speak faster and slur my words more..
I guess you can say I'm a bit shy.
Thing is, I'm afraid of coming off as a fool...
I like you.....allot....and would like to have a relationship with you...

but I always seem to screw up...
so please, bear with me.
I'm a hopeless romantic who begs acceptance
just hold me and tell me you love me.

so maybe I'll see you later....
and we could talk about the weather or how tired we are..
then we could walk together half way to your next class
and we'll hug goodbye and say we'll see eachother later.

Fearing the effects of love, but begging for it.
please, hold my hand and tell me you care.
It's what I need.