I'm the one you see and wonder [if]too scared to approach me and find [out]. I epitomize the feelings that you [expect] when you press [send message]. I'm the anticipation you feel when you see those shoes on the shelf, then ask for your [size.] I'm the [chase], only to find out that you were captured.
I am the headlin[her]. I am the [16] bars that so pleasantly flow perfectly over the beat your heart makes. Got [too] close [too] quick; now we find eachother stagnat, both [too] afraid to make the next move. So, we choose to watch each[other] from the safe zone. Every woman you [expect]ed to know. But, didn't [expect] to find her here.
The timing [could]n't be more terrible, the location [could]n't be worse. So what do we do when faced with so many [ob]stacles. Run! Turn around, and run as fast as we can, [not] worrying about turning back. But, like some sort of [magnet]ic force I'm sending you another message, anticipating the inbox [1] or the orange light-up on my message box.
Now we're back to square [1]. The possibilities of what this friendship can spark seem to be [end]less. One in fear of being hurt, and the other afraid of doing the [hurt]ing. Nevertheless, there is some sort of [attract]ion between the two that makes it impossible for the strings not to become [attatch]ed.
