Sometimes I wonder,

What I would write about

If we'd never met.

Probably about a feeling

Of familiarity but still

Unsure yet.

I have so many poems

Inside my head,

But I can't write them down

Because I feel nervous;

A nervous wreck.

I wish I could explain your smile,

And the way it makes me shake,

But whatever this is; fantasy or reality,

I refuse to wake.

I wish I could explain your eyes,

It's such a beautiful glare,

But maybe I've been thinking,

That I'm over reacting,

Just like your lovely bright pink hair.