i don’t have your picture
but i blush every time i hear your name
i lay my head
staring at the ceiling
wondering
“could you be the one”
you are my number topic
in my conversations
but i wonder if you know
still staring at my ceiling
wondering
“are you the one”
though im leaving
i’m not running
i want you for me
for always
staring at my ceiling
not wondering anymore
but
with my mind made up
“you are the one”
