Picture this. A picture perfect image of you & me.
The very best friends, two friends can be.
Sitting around, doing the same goddamn things.
We’ve always done.
Neither of us willing to say or do,
What either side needs said or done.
To indicate that this, could be more than just fun.
Maybe something like a relationship
This is not a poem.(and if it is, it's a pretty shitty one)
It’s a last-ditch effort, and a hail-Mary plea.
I’m standing on edge, and hoping you can see.
That I am pretty sure, I might, maybe, kinda love you...
But I know, You might love me.
And here's why.
It’s been said that drunken lips speak the truest of hearts,
That when we are least aware of ourselves,
Our bodies will say and do the things,
Our brain keeps us from sharing. (for whatever reason)
This is true.
Because every night that you fall asleep with me.
You’d be amazed at the you, that I see.
Legs interlaced, and arms wrapped tightly,
You are happy. When asleep with me.
Until Daybreak.
Then morning rolls around, sunshine blocked by my window-coverings.
We oversleep, like always, and find ourselves,
Friends again. Where in the darkness of the night, beneath my blankets
We were lovers.
This is annoying.
Did you know, that you hold my hand while you sleep?
Sometimes so tightly that I find it hard to leave?
When all I wanna do, is up an go pee!
(You never hold my hand in the daylight, when we can see)
The joy on our own faces.
This is not a poem.
It’s a last-ditch effort, and a hail-Mary plea.
I’m standing on edge, and hoping you can see,
That I love you, and you love me.
So what, or who, are we waiting for?
