Not Down If You're Not: Red Flag

I can treat you right,

‎Like how girls should be treated

‎But I'm not a guy ‎

Then should I be quiet? ‎ ‎

Perhaps my friend was right

That I am afraid for I know that we both can't be the endgame

I am not Mr. Right.

‎Right. I am not a guy. ‎

But by the way, are you a Ms. Miss?

‎Or are you fine with a gay Miss? ‎

If you're down, Miss

‎I would take the risk.

‎I won't sleep.

Press the buzz and beep

‎I'll make it there in a minute.

‎Just let me know, please .

I mean.. I don't even know if I was just kidding or not

‎Though I am sure that I want us to have this and that

Is it real, or infatuation? ‎

Or a fear of rejection?

Looking back, we were never close ‎

Why do I miss you?

‎We never really had that much of interactions ‎

Why do I talk to you now? ‎

‎Missed the sight of you

‎I wanna keep you

‎What do I do? ‎

How to? ‎

‎I was giving signals ‎

Sometimes hesitating yet ‎

You surely are the target

‎But why am I still holding it? ‎ ‎

Can't I release the arrow? ‎

Do I want to release this? ‎

Would I release this?

‎Do you want me to release this? ‎ ‎

Maybe I would.

If I know that you are willing to hug it—

Concludes that I am only willing to risk

‎If us, together, surely will exist.

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