You sat there across the table, chewing on the end of your pencil. Your lips. I didn't even know your name and I wanted to kiss you. LUST.
"What the hell is your problem?" You asked, glaring at me.
"You're very beautiful..." I stuttered. NERVOUS.
You smiled, "That one didn't work last time and it isn't going to work now." Then you went and sat somewhere else, leaving me with the memory of your teasing smile. LONELY
I caught your eye later and you said, "Sorry for before... I was wrong to talk to you like that." JUSTICE.
You leant in for a hug and I accidently smelt you hair. INFATUATION.
You walked off with you friends, now leaving me with the scent of your dark hair. LOVE.
