I'd Lie.

I have an urge to write a song.

About a boy.

A simple distraction from all that I’ve been going through.

Because, through all of this, I still blush when he crosses my mind.

And I still have butterflies in my stomach.

And giggle like a little girl.

All the symptoms of the starry-eyed syndrome.

And all this for a boy(man) whose name starts with a K.

lalala.