Eyes cross paths.
Darting to avoid the other.
A dance of dark brown and blue.
Smiles to show fondness, and smiles that show affection,
those smiles, you'll never see.

Words spoken in haste that make the school children blush
and sing nursery rhymes that are both cruel and true.
and words you'll never hear me say.

A volley of suggestions and misleading requests.
A lie.
My lie.
For you.
The lie that I give to you
as a gift
like the glances and moments I wish that we shared.

The thoughts in passing that make me sigh
the kind that would make old lovers coo in rememberance.
The longing gaze from across the way
the gaze I pray you do not notice.

The lie.
My lie.
The lie that sits in my stomach and sours.
The lie that I wish I didnt have to tell.
The lie I tell for you.

Or for myself.
The line blurs and I'm hopelessly lost,
lost in feelings of high school adolecence and mid-summer nights.
lost in my love.
Lost in my lie.


Oh, it's nothing.