funny little thing

you tell me that you love me

that I'm perfect and cute

but you told me you flirt with everyone

and say it doesn't mean you want me

you make me mad on purpose

because you think I'm cute when I'm mad

then you beg for my forgiveness

but keep smiling as you do

you

even

said

I'd

learn

that

you're the only one I'll be able to love.

and it's true that you make me smile

and I laugh a lot when I talk to you

we spend so many hours talking

I can't count the things I've missed because I've been talking to you.

But I love you...

do you love me?

could it ever be?