Perfectly Imperfect Me

You are,

Just another boy,

With dark hair,

And brown eyes,

But tell me,

Why I don’t find you stupid,

And how my mouth,

Doesn’t come up with,

Smart comebacks,

When I am around you?

Because the truth is,

You won’t get out of my head,

And what is in the head,

Is in the heart,

And that to me,

Is the scariest thing.