LadyJaz19

The boy in the blue tweed jacket The boy with a battered book The boy with the little quirked smirk He has a tendency to look over his shoulder at things that aren't there He's self conscious but confident He's familiar yet flighty And yes, he can be smart and still a moron The boy knows the stimulants And what makes a smile He reads while he's walking Can't ever stop talking And has his quiet moments too He whispers soft spoken words Pillow talk, he calls it He looks up lyrics Recites into the night He sets the stars He lights the glass Does he even know? He strums and hums and whistles a tune He knows I'm jealous of his