blue peonies
the dragonfly swifts in
pink lilies
landing behind the windowsill
green orchids
piercing screams the creature exhales
one last glance around the empty room
the dragonfly flies out
a pin drops

This feelings I feel.
Is unclear.
You confuse me.
With your unrelated silence.
I want to confess.
But.
I fear.
Your answer.
We speak in riddles.
Most days.
When it gets real.
I feel like running.

Real commitment.
Gives me chills.
We speak of flings.
We speak of real love.
We speak of all things.
Real life.
Nothing brings us apart.
But.
When feelings  gets.
Involved.
We fall apart.

Honesty may break our bond.
Our bond of friendship.
Risks.
Is it worth it.
Will the next step.
Break us down.
Or.
Build us up.