Don't think I'm falling in love,
Just because I happen to stare.
Don't act so cool,
Because it might turn into a glare.
You think that your cunning, deceiving brown eyes,
Are something new, I haven't seen before.
You think your beautiful pitch black hair is so wonderful,
When, to me, it's nothing, but a bore.
When you hold my face in your hands,
Don't notice my heart pounding fast.
It's nothing special,
Maybe it's because I feel harassed.
You hold my hand,
Squeeze it tight.
You gaze in my eyes, I gaze into yours,
This is a staring contest, this is a fight.
I can't help but wonder 'Why is he leaning in? '
Your lips press against mine.
He pulls away, 'I love you'.
I guess everything turned out fine.
Don't think that I'm in love,
We're just friends, boy and girl kind.
He loves me, and I love him,
But this odd love, is something I never usually find.
ayam Rose Estelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-in-love-2/
