Let our lips do the talking
by @g-c
We would sit there,
And talk for hours,
I’d tell you my hopes,
You’d tell me your fears.
We would be there,
Next to each other,
Knees almost touching,
And our hearts smiling.
You would bounce your knee up and down,
I would play with my hair and look to the ground,
Both of us liking each other,
But oblivious as to what to say.
So, maybe, at one point,
You’d place your finger on my chin,
And force me to look into your deep brown eyes,
I’d see myself reflected in them,
Maybe, you would smile,
And then, perhaps,
We would let our lips do the talking,
Because they can express it better than thousands of my poems,
And be more honest than hundreds of your songs.