Pretty girl

You caught my eye

That I can’t deny

I don’t know what it is about you

But my eyes are stuck on you like glue

The way you stare at me

Is guaranteed to make memories

The urge to kiss your lips

Knowing me though, I’d trip

But being ever so close

Is the thing I’ll miss the most

Should I kiss you, is it too soon?

I think I’ll try this afternoon