Overanalyzation

During finals week, all I listened to was Jack's Mannequin and James Morrison. Now, Sean Paul and Ludacris are playing nonstop. Does that say anything about what time it is? BREAK. My writing's not the best tonight, but hey, I'm just keeping my promises. These are two different poems.

Our fingers brushed for just a second,
And for that moment,
I felt alive.
My heart beating faster every
Time we make eye contact.
You openly ask why I'm staring.
Oh, if only I could tell you how much you mean to me,
And how often I think about you.
From my chem exam to walking home,
I can't get you out of my head.
Nothing will stop me
From replaying that touch,
But I can't avoid the question forever.
So I'll ask you now...

Confession.
One word.
Three syllables.
Ten letters.
And a million meanings.
To tell or not to tell,
But is that the question?
Or are you the question.
Oh, my mind can't take it anymore.
Am I torn between two sides,
Or am I convincing myself
Not to love you.
Maybe the question is
Have I fallen for you?
Do I wanted to admit I've fallen for you?
Only time will tell,
So I will sit and watch the clock.