If he told you he loved you,
How would he say it?
Would he be bold?
And look you in the eye?
Would he yell the words
You've been dying to hear?
Would he wait for you to say them first?
Cause he's as scared of rejection
as you're scared of commitment?
Or would he listen
To your funny stories
And let it slip in
Like it was a common truth
You both already knew?
Maybe he'd write you a note
Professing his love
With two tiny boxes at the bottom of the page.
One to say yes.
The other to say hell yes.
As you wonder giggling how many unfinished letters lay in his bin in the corner of his room.
Perhaps he'd never tell you.
But he'd show you.
With crooked smiles
And warm jackets
With your favorite desserts
And failed kitchen mishaps.
Maybe he'd randomly boop you on the nose
And tickle your chin
Cos he's still learning of ways to show you
He means those words
He never said.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
If he told you he loved you,
How would he say it?
Would he be bold?
And look you in the eye?
Would he yell the words
You've been dying to hear?
Would he wait for you to say them first?
Cause he's as scared of rejection
as you're scared of commitment?
Or would he listen
To your funny stories
And let it slip in
Like it was a common truth
You both already knew?
Maybe he'd write you a note
Professing his love
With two tiny boxes at the bottom of the page.
One to say yes.
The other to say hell yes.
As you wonder giggling how many unfinished letters lay in his bin in the corner of his room.
Perhaps he'd never tell you.
But he'd show you.
With crooked smiles
And warm jackets
With your favorite desserts
And failed kitchen mishaps.
Maybe he'd randomly boop you on the nose
And tickle your chin
Cos he's still learning of ways to show you
He means those words
He never said.
