An unasked question hangs on the tip of my tongue
While I hang on your every word.
Does it need to be heard, or named
To be accepted?
Do you want it to be-
Or more importantly, do you want it to be me?
How long is this wait, or should I even question fate?
How do you decide with your head
The matters of your heart?
And I know I shouldn’t worry now
About what I’d regret later
Or I’ll miss out on the present.
Am I too old to get the feeling
Of butterflies in my stomach,
Flying upward to scramble my thoughts?
How would I know if the ***** of those wings
Will cause the winds of a storm later on?
The questions multiply
And divide all desire from logic.
How long would the feeling last,
And the friendship after that?
Will I ever know if you got the same feelings
When we just lie there, no need to lie to the world?
How will I know
If you miss my arms around you?
One-sided desire is never enough,
But misguided, two-sided addiction
Only makes things more painful.
Could we just let it happen?
Or would that be like not seizing the opportunity?
How do we know
Unless we just go?