eyes that talk in glimmers at night,
where our silence holds the volume,
time played us well recently,
our songs are the melody we consume.
the brushing of our fingers,
the blushing smile drawn on our faces,
the longing we hold inside,
when all we wanna do is embrace.
drunk thoughts speak sober confessions,
well then drunk in each other's eyes we could be,
your presence is a shrine of comfort,
sleeping in your arms is what I call peace.
platonic wasn't God's plan,
and there's no wrong turn to the right end,
your lips wanted mine for too long,
for us to be "just friends".
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