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Let me be your cherry tomato
My couch potato, stop ogling me from the field below.
Why don’t you say hello and smile at me
Do something, maybe wink at me
My heart will skip a beat 
and shimmy till it knocks the air out of my lungs

Don’t make fun of me just because I’m young

You make my hair blush
You make my blood rush
To the most odd places
Jolly empty spaces seem to smile back at me when you cross my mind

Let me be the apple of your eye

First published in my tumblr but I wanted to put it here too. This is about BangLo, my ship. Shut up.