After all of this is over,

Before I leave to start my own life,

Can I confess something?

Definitely not something I'd say right now,

Even not to my sister.

For I'm falling for you when I know I shouldn't.

Goodness knows I try not to love you.

Help is what I need, whenever you look at me with those intense eyes and that devastating smile.

In the end though, you will probably be what they say,

Just another teenage boy who trifles with girls way younger than him.

Kids are what we are but it sure doesnt’t feel like it, when you speak to me.

Little have we known each other,

Much have we laughed, talked.

Nothing would make me happier, to not care for you, for us to just be friends, in my mind at least.

Oh, not again was my though after we met on that Sunday after church.

Please, I just want the truth about those girls that they always talk about.

Questioning whether I should continue, even though it's not my choice.

Really, its no one’s.

So prove me wrong

Tell me the truth.

Underneath that façade of calmness, there is a boy I want to know.

Vow to me that you care, don't if you don't.

When will I know?

Xenial is what I think you to be, along with funny and intelligent,

Youthful and charismatic, and then I convince myself that I cannot love you, but, when I see you,

Zeal in your gaze brings me to the beginning, and I might never escape this delusion.