as we walked together
though divided by alot of things but mainly shyness
you talked, your eyes showed longing for something
but even then i didn't understand you
didn't fully grasp how divine your thoughts were
yet i stared with each passing second
waiting if i could get a glimpse of the real you
i wanted, i needed to write about you
but as cliche as my thoughts were, so were my feelings—
to feel your heart, I'll wait
to feel your warmth, I'll get iced
because it's the little things that matter
the questions you asked but had no answers
the tears you have but never let go
that's how complex loving you seemed
and how strange not loving you would seem