Rose-the-Vamphog

In the day I see, from across the room, You look at me. And suddenly there are my shoes! How interesting they are, to myself I think "Fine leather-- Look up you fool!" My cheeks so flushed, Fingers twitching, Nervously biting the guitar pick, Throat so caught a swan could speak clearer As I notice you notice me. At night, every time Sights to the ceiling, I lay Drowned in my thoughts: Am I too shy, too quiet? Am I too strange, not enough? Should I— When my eye is caught by a light, A new message from you, could only be you Because the worries give way to a wide grin As my thumbs hit the keys. The next day we hugged, Well you hugged m