As we talk to each other,
We are not sweet.
But as we hold, hug, and kiss
There's something telling its actions.
The way she looks, the way she smiles
The way she cares, there's something she wanted to tell.
She's sweet, I honestly don't know which is which. What are we? What am I? Who am I? What am I doing?

Her hug tells me I'm safe. Her gestures, She says she wanted me to stay. Watching movies, stolen stares. Fried eggs, eggplants, rice. Midnights snacks. Washing dishes, ****** washes, brushing teeth. Stolen glances, holding hands, nibble bites, asking questions, deeper thoughts.

Small voices, sweet voices, morning smiles, grumpy looks, lip bites and crazy looks.