I disguise my feelings with friendly words
Knowing the fight to tell my truth is absurd
Words mean more to me  whether they're said or written
I fantasize about telling you how smitten I am
These friendly feeling are a sham
My courage is on the lamb perhaps I'll find it in Uzbekistan?

Imagination has us gripping sand between our toes
Walking a coastline with a ruby sunset sky
Look at you with love reflecting from my eyes
No longer hiding behind my guise
No more lies to you or myself
Admit what I've fought I sought after your heart

The sun sets, the moon begets as it illuminates your skin
I begin with my words only to be hushed
One finger gently pressed on my lips
While your hand reaches for mine they become intertwined
With the one line…it's about time
She whispers with a wry smile

All the while, in reality, our friendship is a formality
Begging to end to make room for my new silent obsession
That will be another 6:48 AM writing session

By Axton Rupp