I have never been too fond of circles,

The way they has no definite value;

Until I thought that we were eternal

And fell for those eyes that belong to you.

Your pupils make a circle, do they not?

Its dark color and its innocent gaze,

Love’s a drug, twisting my mind into knots,

Overthinking, you set my cheeks ablaze.

But you don’t see me the way I see you.

Heard from another, I’m numb with disgrace

And this charming love for circles that’s new,

Shatters like glass, as tears drip down my face.

But feelings fade, this love I have to rid,

Cause you’re actually incredibly mid.