You make me lose my balance,
And I’m a Libra, so that’s no easy feat.
You like to leave things to Chance,
But I’ve never been lucky, and I don’t know how to cheat.
You won’t ask me to dance,
But you’ll bounce to the beat,
And it drives me insane
When you’re charming as a prince
And I feel forced to feign
Composure and indifference.
Your dimples cause me pain,
And your jokes make me laugh, even when they make no sense.
Each time you save my life
You make it harder to live—
I’m hanging on by a thread of strife
That will eventually have to give.
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