Sometimes it’s not a word that makes you blush

it’s a movement

it’s a smile

it’s that accidental brush

as two people go by

and you don’t know why

and even if you tried

you never thought she’d look your way

at least if you told her how loud your heart was

in your eyes

and how everything she says looks like sign language sometimes

because you can’t hear past the loud beats

and it would defeat the purpose

to lose any point of friendship

over a feeling that you had

that she may not reciprocate

but it seems so long to wait

and hard to sedate

your mind from the thoughts

of kissing her lips

putting your hands on her hips

and telling her you love her


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