50% is not a large enough number
to give me any sort of hope.
But somehow the feeling still mingles
in my mind.
Your respect for me
has probably hit the ground,
And I'm running
away from you over and over again.
How can you not see
how I fell for you?
Can't you see it
in my gaze?
Even rejection can turn into love
a year later.
Though even the majority vote
can fail.
But I hope that this chance
turns into something more.
my breakfast cereal used to turn soggy in milk,
and now the flavors blend like a rainbow,
and every time i watch that show,
i wonder what it would be like if i was in your arms,
a black cat crossed the street
as i was speeding down it,
i came to a halt,
but it was already gone.
i guess that it's lucky:
i didn't kill the cat,
but as i stepped out to look where it stood,
Is it so wrong for you to look at me?
Is it so bad to smile my way?
You act like I'm untouchable, a flea,
But yet you kiss me whispers and my hair you play.
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