Treasure Island

Nicki Luvetti

(October 25,1996 / Theif River Falls, Minnesota... (Living in New Hampshire currently))

That Ain't Acting


I love the way that your eyes sparkle
I love the way you say my name
I love your crazy blond hair and your humor
It's only when I'm with you that I remain sane

You are the only one that I can see
When you slowly make your way to me
I see you in the hall and I panic and freeze
Say to myself just try and smile, look how he does it with ease

It makes me seem like a fool
When you dance so cool
And you talk to me and I can't even breathe
And you must think I'm so pathetic
When I act so frantic
Anytime I see you near
Well, think about this
Baby that ain't acting

Submitted: Monday, January 16, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 17, 2012

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