I can feel the burn of the passion strike through my pores because of how you are looking at me.
I was staring at you and your softly looking lips since I noticed you sitting amongst unknown people beside the bar.
I am not allowed to touch you and your toned looking arms because the music is too loud and the people are too crowded and I am too shy.
Too self-conscious to walk towards you and try to flirt.
Too unloveable to let you in.
But most of all, too happy to get attached.
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