You look. Don't stare.
Because he'd catch you unaware.
He'd ask. You'd lie.
But its just your alibi.
You touch. Not too much.
Because your making me blush.
He sees. I disagree.
But it end up making you angry.
You want me. I agree.
But careful not to let him see.
Because it'd end in misery.
But all I want is You and Me.
You speak.
But only in hidden words unclear.
But he hears.
And reminds you that your bestfriend's near.
The one you hold so dear.
You just can't appear to hate or fear.
Your jealous. Don't let him know.
That the looks, the touch, his desire
makes you burn with a dark green fire.
Your fist. His face.
How did we get to this cruel place?
Your words. His rage.
I'd like to turn a different page.
Your guilt. My tears.
Why don't we turn away. Another way.
Another fate.
But it's too late.
I contemplate
his sorrow.
Can there be a new tomorrow?
Your apology. His acceptance.
The truths we learn not without relectance.
That blush.
One touch.
One look.
We both shook and freedom took.
